Best Overlay Poems

This poem was written alongside the painting Pentimento by Sally Storch.

I absorbed the image, beyond the capture -
        it soaked into my throat 
   saturated, became the ever-after
    eyes are unseeing but for...

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Inspired by "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud," by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a leaf that falls,
unmourned, to the distant ground
I paused when I heard a far bird's calls
Magic I'd missed looking down--
royal Autumn leaves danced in gold and red.
This must be where my...

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Awaking blithe each morning,
with eyes upon the World,
I wonder, are we mourning
with ebon flags unfurled –
or are they but a warning,
some draped like snakes and curled,
stray stars and stripes adorning,
sent from the netherworld.

I wander through the garden
with nothing on my mind
and say 'I beg your...

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Scarlet and golden etched,
autumn leaves reflect summer's apprehended glory
incised in deep veined images.
Released, they sigh earthward like final breaths.

Sharp pungence ripens , musty tang,
a piquant vaporous mustard milked
from forest loam's black breasts
beneath life's heavy kneading tread.

Sudden, determined winds attack
raping writhed skeletal remains;
stripped spring's green clad...

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We dared meet
in clandestine disguise
behind an overlay of water

Secreted
from watchful eyes peering
amid crystalline dancing droplets

Our first kiss
concealed from lurking eyes
extracting  jewels of youthful joy

Rainbow arks,
captured floating crowning’s,
appearing and captivating gems

©Debra Squyres  
   10/31/14

For Member Contest: “Some Form of Crystalline”
Sponsored by: Nette...

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I thought the more focussed, the much better
Thoughts can flow easily like a delicate feather

A feather decorated with arrangements of patterns
Bursting from the dull dreary colors of the ground to the beautiful pale yellow of 
Saturn

Exploration from Saturn to the deep blues of the mysterious...

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Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk. George MacDonald
 
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In a world where decay is dominant,
Arctic tundra is melting, and envy is prominent.
Friendship withered away with the lapse of time,
Moon...

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Most people are afraid to die
A fatal blow it seems , death does
If a corpse came back to life they'd cry
Please tell us how it was 

A pillow as soft as downy silks
A night as long as souls can stand
A blacken overlay of quilts
An escape...

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Joyce K

There is this Lady I know, I thought I knew.
Could I have been so wrong, from my point of view ?
She perceives herself, a cardboard silhouette of a soul,
a papier mache doll, an image we all should know.

A shallow pond residing in the middle...

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Colors blended in such a way that it almost looks gray
With blinding efforts that will not call for dismay
My wings that are up on my back in array
Is strength and belief that does not obey
Flight takes me up in the air and that to me...

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I saw the phosphorescence of those yellow lights
Take a journey in a world of pale
Crawling through the shadow of night
Struggled within the dew

The  essence create its own sketch
When the breezes of night try to ensnare
Night as the shadow of moon
Depict mysteries in a life's long labyrinth

Tonight I trapped within...

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Spring

S. Starting of the new season, all new life begins to grow
P. Preparing for mother nature’s new growth, her embryo 
R. Reaping and sowing of a new essence from colder ends
I. In flies a robin and his mate, accompanied by a few wrens
N. Now is...

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The day I heard my guardian cherub play,
my heart raced with sincere anticipation-
For each note was a heavenly display,
as her lyre was born from an angel’s creation. 

An ivory overlay with a swan head engraved,
her lyre has seven strings all different in length-
For the sound...

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So we were in need of sudden blaze
to seizure the darkens with naked eye 
reason your distant shape
and trace origin astray

With bear fields of coal still untouched
bunglers of dirt beneath the frosty hem
as heavens kneels struck by ahead 
with brightness - a harrier gaining strength...

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Traveling across a countryfied road.
Large hollows furbished of  loose
pebbles and twisted roots ascend
from a prominent blue spruce.

Rotting posts, a barbed wired
fence, and pair of Mustangs
racing 'cross a
green pasture toward 
ole' woebegone stable,
as  a rusted John Deere tractor 
pulls away from structure.

Fragmented bottles strewn...

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