A Painting of You
Anacreontic Verse
With canvas primed
and brush in hand
I stroked on colors
that were not bland.
A shade of blue
like my love's eyes.
His woolen coat,
I painted red,
the one he wore
when he left the note.
It told me
what he left unsaid.
He wrote to me,
"I am sorry
if I hurt you but
this is goodbye."
What a coward!
I didn't cry.
Instead,
I painted
his body yellow.
What kind of fellow
ends it like that?
Painting finished
and sent to his house.
The note attached read,
"This canvas
is for you.
I call it
'Painting of a Louse'."
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January 2nd, 2016
Anacreontic Verse 2
Sponsor: Edward Ebbs
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