Constance La France Poet Rhyme

A Trapped Butterfly

                                I went to a catholic school,
             was made to heed, conform and obey;
oh, those nuns could be so nasty and cruel. 
they even forced us to make up sins and pray.
                                I was trapped in a dark place,
a place where being CReAtiVe was a disgrace;
so I wore a mask of-   I am happy on my face,
      but, inside I was a butterfly just dying.
              Though, in time I broke free and was flying,
                               letting my artistry soar-  sighing;
writing poetry, yet still conforming to a rule,
               but when inspiration hits me I admit-  I stray.
      Imagination and inspiration I embrace,
             my past CoNForMiTy-   I am not denying;
                              so, why am I crying, crying, crying . . . 

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November 4, 2018


Poetry/Rhyme/A Trapped Butterfly
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1082-696-04
All Rights Reserved, 2018,  Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, CReAtiVe CoNForMiTy
sponsor, John Lawless, Judged 11/2018

Fifth Place

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Constance La France December 18, 2018 at 1:45 PM Dennis, thanks for visiting my poem with that great comment, appreciate ~

Dennis Spilchuk December 18, 2018 at 11:36 AM To stifle a child's creative exploration is sad indeed. A touching poem that cries for liberation. Constance La France December 18, 2018 at 1:45 PM ~.~

Constance La France November 13, 2018 at 11:19 PM Thanks for the visit Jan and the comment and congratulations ~

Jan Allison November 13, 2018 at 3:22 PM Such a touching piece Constance, many congratulations on your win :-) hugs Jan xx Constance La France December 18, 2018 at 1:45 PM Hugs !

Constance La France November 13, 2018 at 2:23 PM Line, thank you so much for the congrats and compliment ~

Line Gauthier November 12, 2018 at 6:35 PM Congrats on your most deserving win, Constance. Well penned. Constance La France December 18, 2018 at 1:46 PM ~.~

Constance La France November 12, 2018 at 8:05 AM Thank you John for the contest and my placement, appreciate and thanks Eve and Nina for visiting with comments and congratulations, so thankful !

Eve Roper November 11, 2018 at 10:30 PM wonderful write, Dear Heart, Catholic Church was very strict at one time However I don't know if it still going on. Constance La France December 18, 2018 at 1:47 PM ~.~

John Lawless November 11, 2018 at 7:34 PM Loved the metaphor in this. Shattering conformity's cocoon and flying high. Thanks for participating in the contest Constance La France December 18, 2018 at 1:47 PM John, thank you for the contest and for my placement ~

Constance La France November 6, 2018 at 7:57 AM Sand, thanks for visiting and that wonderful comment, yes flying free now ~

Constance La France November 6, 2018 at 7:54 AM Sand, and Carolyn, thanks for visiting and commenting, my mother in her young days had these natural rosy lips and rosy cheeks and she told me the nuns were always scrubbing her face thinking it was makeup, calling her names. Not saying all nuns are bad but . . . .

Sand Blown November 5, 2018 at 7:49 AM stray...fly...fly away : ) Constance La France December 18, 2018 at 1:48 PM ~.~

Carolyn Devonshire November 4, 2018 at 11:51 AM The nuns were strict in my school too. They wanted all the girls to part their hair down the middle and not curl it. They gave so much grief to a girl whose hair was naturally curly. You certainly make your point regarding conformity and I'm glad your butterfly has emerged! Best wishes in the contest. Hugs, Carolyn Constance La France December 18, 2018 at 1:48 PM Hugs !