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Palimpsest Poems - Poems about Palimpsest


Premium Member From Palimpsest to Glory: The Music of Florence Price
In Ouachita's tales, where pine needles sigh. I trace the mountains' ancient, weathered crown. Silvered river forgotten secrets float by And fills my heart, a sonorous chamber now. A flame ignites, dispelling shadows deep, A beacon for lost souls on twilight's rim. Forgotten songs within my spirit leap, A lullaby for weary hearts, I hymn. Florence, Our palimpsest where sun-kissed tones reside. Her heart...

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Categories: palimpsest, black african american, courage,
Form: Narrative
A Palimpsest
A Palimpsest I'm slowly becoming a ghost Speaking softly and never getting to finish a thought Fading into shadows and doubt And memories recalled as non stories It wasnt always like this I was the one with the most Time, Circumstance, loss and defeat have taken toll and the bell rings for the end of another round A Palimpsest. Written on parchment thin...

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Categories: palimpsest, age, angst, art, fear,
Form: Blank verse



Premium Member Palimpsest
Beneath the graffiti littered by the years and the fatigue signed by a thousand cares Through the scratchings of so many tears that were summoned or caught you unawares Under the mottles by done days quarried and the shadows writ by a jealous sun where disappointments linger unburied and age is making its relentless run My...

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Categories: palimpsest, age, journey, life, lost,
Form: Free verse
Palimpsest
I made a painting of a happy little house On a happy little hill Under a clear azure sky And the sun was cheerful and bright Then I covered it with black Then I splashed it with gray Then I let crimson drip onto it Then I took a knife and stabbed it over and over Then I tore it apart Then I burned...

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Categories: palimpsest, depression,
Form: Free verse
Palimpsest
Writing upon the scroll, year after year day after day the monk lives for the painted work He prays and draws He prays and writes Eloquent brushstrokes fall like soldiers into place. Who can say that not an inch beneath them lies an army of letters too vulgar for the eye to see too forbidden for the soul to taste. Lost in his set serenity, the monk takes no...

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Categories: palimpsest, analogy, books, faith, religion,
Form: Free verse



Palimpsest
As you fade into the distance of my memory I can't help but feel desire that this be so lovely a thought That even in despair is love If only thought could be enough But tragedy cannot suffice Desire that I realize In actuality I see before me all the thoughts I thought so tragic That I meant...

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Categories: palimpsest, faith, introspection, philosophy, me,
Form: I do not know?

Book: Reflection on the Important Things