A Morbid Poem by Me

 Welcome to The Spot Writers. The prompt for this cycle is: there is a mishap involving paint.

Cathy’s writings are found in numerous print and online publications. She writes all genres but invariably veers toward the dark—so much so her late mother once asked, “Can’t you write anything happy?” (She can!)

 

Check out www.writingwicket.wordpress.com for further information on her works.

 

Melvin is still alive and well—though, for a change, not in this post. More on him later—maybe!

 

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A Morbid Poem by Me

by Cathy MacKenzie

 

 

I sigh 

And try:

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Try a portrait to paint,

But is he a saint?

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How do you paint

When he ain’t?

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I need purity

To paint with surety

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For brushes and paint

Do taint

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The truth

Despite a sleuth

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Who may hover

As a lover.

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But I see his face

In that empty space

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Tho he’s gone now

Like a broken vow.

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I sigh again,

Swallow my pain,

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Yet I see him still

Against my will.

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Paint cans line the floor

Over by the door,

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The walls are blank,

Too much I drank?

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I amble there,

Knock over the chair,

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Lift up the can:

Wow, I’m so grand!

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I pour it over the image—

Yes, could be a scrimmage

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Or a horrid fight:

Light against night.

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Who will win?

Ha! I just grin!

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I dump the can

Upon the man

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Who did me wrong,

Yet I sing my song

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Of glorious glee

For I can finally flee...

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And tho it’s not a mishap

It’s still a wrap.

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It is the end.

Goodbye, my lover, friend.

 

 

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The Spot Writers—Our Members:

Val Muller: http://www.valmuller.com/blog/

Catherine A. MacKenzie: https://writingwicket.wordpress.com/wicker-chitter/

Phil Yeats: https://alankemisterauthor.wordpress.com

Chiara De Giorgi: https://chiaradegiorgi.blogspot.com/