Constance La France Poet Verse

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''A Poem On a Page''

If I were tickled by the rub of love, again,
      could I let you go my darling, darling, could I say,
rest in peace and turn away from your death stone.
            oh why, why am I chained to a man long dead.

And death shall have no dominion, no hold,
       yet no time my love can take this love away,
our souls even in death are as one, still entwined,
             oh, wait for me at Heaven's golden gate.

I was frozen, after the funeral, frozen,
      and lost, my life meant nothing to me anymore,
I wanted to die and to be with you, but a fire burned,
          inside of me and I crawled back to the living.

Do not go gentle into that good night, never,
      I write and write poems all night, I write so,
I will be remembered, and I will not be just a name,
            engraved upon a stone covered in moss.

In my craft or sullen art, my poetry is my life,
      my soul rages, my tears bleed on the white,
and everyone who reads my words will know the depth,
          of my pain, and will know my strength also.

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February 4, 2017

Poetry/Verse/''a poem on a page"
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 872-570-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Inspiration - Dylan Thomas Titles

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Lynn Marie February 23, 2017 at 3:00 AM There is strength in your lovely words that you have beautifully woven amidst the deep sadness. To let go, so one can live, I feel is one of the hearts greatest challenges. That you have penned this in such beautiful poetic fashion is a remarkable testament to your talent.:-) It is a pleasure to read such fine writing . blessings, lynn

Joanna Daniel February 9, 2017 at 4:13 AM A touching piece of poetry, Constance:) a 7:) perfect use of all the titles:)

Nette Onclaud February 6, 2017 at 1:48 PM ohh, this powerful write really gives off the feeling of a desperate prayer... very intimate and passionate, constance...huggs

Frederic Parker February 5, 2017 at 8:09 AM to wrestle with sadness and free one self from its grasp gives strength to the spirit to live with its memory...a strong poem dear poet..good luck