Blurred Colors on the Canvas

Just an aberrant fluke in the genetic line

Outcast in a pattern of familiar design

An arrow that curves supposed to align

The blurred colors on the canvas I call mine

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Conglomerated mess bent towards disincline

Pretend to acquiesce pens difficult to define

Shy obstinance snakes up through the spine

The blurred colors on the canvas I call mine

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Puzzle piece last to place declines to intertwine

Miss a noun that ends a book left without consign

Late to bloom, still a rose looking for a vine

The blurred colors on the canvas I call mine

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Mistaken for a black sheep but a lamb in malign

Traversing the wild wooly winds free of confine

A mind released from earthbound tangled twine

The blurred colors on the canvas I call mine

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Racing the Roman numerals that tick off time

A heart that runs with spirit joins to swindle decline

Cut a new pattern in a brave hue that suits me fine

The blurred colors on the canvas I call mine

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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States

I enjoyed your work very much. You have a very nice way of using metaphors and expressing your feelings and I like art especially painting and writing poetry. These are the two passions that I now have in life. I enjoy your work.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you so much, whonunuwho! You made my day.


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Curiad 4 years ago from Lake Charles, LA.

Amy, you have shared yet another beautiful look into the spirit that knows no tracks, but moves freely through time.


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billybuc 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

"Don't question why she needs to be so free

Shell tell you it's the only way to be

She just can't be chained

To a life where nothings gained

And nothings lost

At such a cost"

Are those great lyrics or what? Are you a great poet or what? Are you a quality human being or what?

Amy my dear, you will never be chained. You are a free spirit who speaks the truth no matter the cost, and because of that you have a friend for life in little old me.

love from afar,

bill


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Mark, your meaningful words have moved me to tears. Thank you so much. Love sent to you.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Bill. It's funny, isn't it? How the very thing that makes each of us our own, is the very thing that can be the very entity we battle the hardest. I spent my youth denying those things about me, my strong will, obstinance, unwillingness to forget about what mattered to me in deference to someone's elses ideas of what was best. I tried, I really tried to change colors and fit the scheme of another's plan for me, but to no avail. I resented, raged against, and knew it wasn't me they loved...it was a fairytale without a happy ending. I won't waste another moment pretending. Not one.

Thank you, my friend. You give me the courage to be me.


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drbj 4 years ago from south Florida

You, a black sheep, Amy? Never! Inventive? Yes! Inspiring? Yes! Ingenious? Yes! Inimitable? Yes!

But a black sheep, never!


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Hmmmm....dear drbj, me mum thought so. I was really a lamb. But, then, my bro always said he never saw a home with so much turmoil where there was none! I agree with my bro. You'd have had to be there... But, still, I'd say, relatively speaking, my life was charmed. I adore my parents, and wouldn't have chosen any other, if I'd been given a choice. Love your beautiful mind, drbj.


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BlossomSB 4 years ago from Victoria, Australia

A lovely poem that expresses so much so well.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, lovely Blossom. Your words make my heart sing.


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epigramman 4 years ago

....this is a title to die for Amy ...... and how about that I used the word 'abberant' in a new piece myself today so great minds think alike - and yes - you are like a living breathing walking talking poetic encyclopedia/thesaurus of new words for me and because I love the 'true orginals' here at the Hub and you can fit them all at the top of a pyramid (lol) one of your original trademarks is the repeat of the fourth line in each stanza - you should copyright that particular creative conception of yours so no one can steal it - and what do I call that by the way - a 'Bechererism' of course - okay Google search you are now officially stumped and it's time to 'install' a new word - lake erie time 9;22pm


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always exploring 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

Yes, What Epi said and more. I always thought a black sheep stood out in a herd, but of course you're no black sheep in any sense of the word. Keep right on painting on that canvas you call mine 'cos i find your poetry simply devine....Cheers


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epigramman 4 years ago

.....you are pretty divine yourself my ravishing Ruby ..... isn't that right Amy ....


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Oh, Epi, you got that right...Ruby is ravishing in every way. She has the biggest heart in hubland. I love her to pieces. I don't know how you do it, Mister C, but you can manage to make me cry and laugh at the same time. Are you a magician? I think you are that and the Poet Laureate of hubland for the SECOND YEAR IN A ROW!!!

Thank you, Ruby and Mister C, for your divine, inspiring and thoroughly awesome words. If it wasn't for the irresistably delicious temptation of Edie's Key Lime Yogurt, I could live on them alone.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and awesome. One of my favorite Stones songs. Your poem is like a rainbow as our lives consist of many colors. Just wonderful.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Ruby Tuesday is definitely my favorite Stone's song. I also like "I'm just waitin' on a friend". I adore your rainbow reference. Your words personify your Gypsy heart and the imagination that can reignite a new kaleidoscope of colors in a reborn fairytale. Thank you, my friend.


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Tom Koecke 3 years ago from Tacoma, Washington

Coming in through a different source, and, again, in awe of your way with words! We are all our own blurred colors!


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Amy Becherer 3 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you so much, Tom. Your astute comment that we are all our own blurred colors is absolutely true. It's what makes life a magical mystery tour!

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