Constance La France Poet Acrostic

Acrostic Story

With Bated Breath

Walking up the winding path
inside the cemetery where my family is buried;
the path leads me through the oldest parts, and I recall
haunted stories of childhood.

Breathless, I walk faster and whisper a prayer;
another turn, then another, oh am I lost!
Turning around in circles-  I see through trees the sun;
even the hushed angels sigh for me as quickly I walk
down a path familiar-  finding my family tomb.

Butterflies dance and twirl, and
reaching branches of willows drape the stone;
everything is still and quiet, even though birds sing, oh 
a red rose in my hand is now wilted dead;
the words engraved I now read with bated breath, I remember
happy blissful memories and sadly, too soon deaths.

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August 21, 2019


Poetry/Acrostic/With Bated Breath
Copyright Protected ID, 19-1199-040-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Submitted to FGI Blog Series 6 - Acrostic
Brian Strand

Podium Place 1

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Silent One November 17, 2019 at 1:54 PM A clever acrostic, i can see why it did so well... great last stanza.. Constance La France November 18, 2019 at 3:49 PM Silent, thanks for visiting and for the compliment !

Andrea Dietrich November 17, 2019 at 1:29 PM Congrats on your podium place with Brian, Constance. The ending on this poem is so suitable for melancholy. It's amazing how much poetry you write between the contests and the other challenges you can find. Are you still keeping up on exercise dance class, etc? You are a wonder! Constance La France November 18, 2019 at 3:51 PM Andrea, thanks for the congrats, oh I have a lot of time on my hands these days and I fill it with writing, photography, dance and exercise and watching TV !