Constance La France Poet Rhyme

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A Bird Flown'

Dearest sister, if you are reading this-   I have passed on,
will you please have my name and "a poet" engraved upon;
      the stone that marks my decaying bones,
              where my writing ever moans . . . 
        though muse is now a sweet bird flown.
Plant me flowers and come often to see how they have grown,
a mortal, bird now sings in all seasons from the trees up above.
             Sister, could you set my words free with love?
      Take them to a mountain top and let them soar and drift.
My last words-  "Time on earth was so beautiful but too swift." 

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June 30, 2018


Poetry/Rhyme/'A Bird Flown'
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1121-417-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Submitted to Standard Contest 570,
sponsor, Brian Strand

First Place

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Line Gauthier March 12, 2019 at 7:24 PM Lovely, Constance. Congrats on your win. Constance La France March 12, 2019 at 7:33 PM Line, thanks for the lovely and the congrats !

Eve Roper March 7, 2019 at 5:19 PM Congratulations on your win, Dear Heart, such a deep moving poem. Hugs Eve ~`*, Constance La France March 8, 2019 at 7:39 PM Eve, thanks for the congratulations on the compliment ~

Brandy Nicole March 6, 2019 at 10:40 PM Your thoughts curl softly around me and my heart. The emotions, the wishes- a touch of beauty. Tenderness. Congratulations Dear Heart, on this win. ~ Brandy Constance La France March 8, 2019 at 7:40 PM Brandy, thanks for that lovely comment, and congratulations ~

Sara Kendrick March 6, 2019 at 10:36 AM Congrats. SK Constance La France March 8, 2019 at 7:41 PM Sara, thanks for the congrats ~

Caren Krutsinger March 6, 2019 at 3:01 AM Ah, a poetic masterpiece, my friend. Lovely. "my writing ever moans, though muse is now a sweet bird flown...." Each word more beautiful than the one before.... Constance La France March 8, 2019 at 7:41 PM Caren, thanks so much for your wonderful comment ~