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What Dreams Are Made Of

My habit is to rise early Before the hush of dawn is gone When all is still and quiet Except the lullaby of bird songs I go to my lush garden To pick one dew kissed red rose And some delicate babies breath Within cool water they will last all day A tour of the garden is next As my little cat follows me quietly She is waiting for that moment I turn to the kitchen for breakfast And a saucer of milk for her Taking my tea outside on the porch I contemplate my coming day Sheltered by hanging baskets of petunias And there in the silence I dream, my dreams of tranquility For this is my quiet place My favorite place to be _____________________________ August 8, 2012 Poetry/Verse/What Dreams Are Made Of Copyright Protected, ID 08-414-443-08 All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France _____________________ Featured Poem Week of September 4, 2016

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Lawrence Goldman

Date: 9/10/2016 7:06:00 AM

Well penned. Enjoyed reading your thoughts while having morning coffee and gazing out over the Carribean sea.

Tom Arnone

Date: 9/9/2016 8:26:00 PM

Do you have coffee first, at least? Ha, ha. Beautiful write, B. W. :-)

Brian Mcclain

Date: 3/12/2016 9:35:00 PM

Hi Broken Wings, That's a very enchanting image. I see you have been conjuring up these mesmerizing worlds in words for quite some time now. There is that skillfully conveyed theme of sadness and loss in much of your poetry--and it is powerful stuff--but it is also a delight to discover that you have your little corners of happiness. Quite a gamut of emotions to be found in your work. Cheers, Brian

Constance La France
Date: 3/13/2016 8:34:00 AM

Brian, thanks so much for taking the dust off this old write, yes you are right there is always a current of sadness in my poems, even when I write of something beautiful like my garden and my cat, but I have had magic moments in my life of great happiness, but sadly way too much tragedy, however, I was once told that a poet must suffer to be good..

Debbie Duncan

Date: 4/28/2013 8:29:00 PM

awesome write, before the hush of dawn is gone ;} I was up 6am this morning, & many mornings as I drink juice and take vitamins, " Lost Boys is sad, pedophiles disgusting.

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 11/24/2012 3:59:00 PM

You turn the ordinary into extrodinary. This is a wonderful experience you have painted for us.

Jack Horne

Date: 8/21/2012 2:35:00 PM

beautiful write indeed, my friend - Congrats on your wins : ) Hope you are healing well

Fisayo Aderounmu

Date: 8/20/2012 7:38:00 AM

You have crafted a magnificent image. Good job i enjoyed reading it, Constance. Cheers.

Joseph May

Date: 8/18/2012 7:45:00 PM

very nice poem Constance

Russell Sivey

Date: 8/18/2012 5:10:00 PM

This is such a beautifully crafted write my friend! I really enjoyed this wondrously pieced together poem Constance! You have such elaborate descriptions of beauty that you depict in your write! I am in awe by the images, Great Work!!

David Williams

Date: 8/18/2012 2:35:00 PM

Constance a wonderful image you have painted here...David

Robert Pettit

Date: 8/18/2012 11:50:00 AM

I used to have a habit of rising early when I used to deliver daily newspapers. Good poem.