Constance La France Poet Verse

And Then-

they lowered his casket six feet down into the cold ground.
They shoveled him under as I wept-
                    and then the green grass grew over.

I planted pretty flowers around his headstone 
and they soared high in the summer sun.
One year, five, ten years and still I keep coming back
                    to this place of tears,
                    to weep.  And then I lay

                    on the green grass over him
                    whispering my love

to brittle bones buried six feet under. I am frozen
                         in this past sorrow . . .  and then, and then, and then.

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April 14, 2017

Verse/And Then
Copyright Protected, ID 892441

And Then
John Lawless 

Fifth Place

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James Inman May 2, 2017 at 9:24 AM Great poem BW. Love the unconventional layout.

Kai Michael Neumann April 29, 2017 at 12:43 PM Wow. For me this is the winner in the competition. Congratulations, Kai

Curtis Johnson April 27, 2017 at 7:48 AM Congrats Broken Wings. This is sad, but realistic and personal; and it relates to all of us. It is also well written my friend.

Teddy Kimathi April 27, 2017 at 6:41 AM I felt your heart-brokenness when I read this sad verse..... Congrats BW, for your placement in the contest

Andrea Dietrich April 26, 2017 at 11:50 PM Wonderful way to do the challenge. You came up with a beauty of a poem, Constance. Big congrats for your win.

Phillip Garcia April 26, 2017 at 11:47 PM Congratulations on a beautiful poem. I was particularly impressed with how you made the subtle shift from past to present tense. That's something that trips me up all the time. Lovely write, Constance.

John Lawless April 26, 2017 at 9:16 PM Each sunrise lacking a shadow....a constant reminder....thanks for entering the contest BW

Wade Greenlee April 22, 2017 at 10:57 PM You have captured here what I seem to do daily for my son. I read it numerous times over, each time remembering... Thank you.

Lynn Marie April 14, 2017 at 4:31 PM A hauntingly beautiful piece...it almost feels like a ballad. lynnxxx sending you a basketful of Easter blessings:)

Tim Smith April 14, 2017 at 3:35 PM A sadness overcomes me reading your poetic hymn.