Constance La France Poet Epic

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'before My Pen Is Hushed'

Before my flowing, poetic pen is hushed in Quietus,
And I have reached my journey's end with folded hands;
            Departed into my dreamless sleep beneath violets,
Let me write one everlasting, eternal, immortal verse;
                  Of the ravaged garden of my life.

      I want to hear a bird song when I quietly glide away,
With a sigh, I will lay my pale form down peacefully;
            I have willed my Keepsakes and my musing poems,
The Angel of death, will take my hand into another realm;
                  And the drums of time will cease.

      Oh, it has been a life full of happiness entwined with sad,
I have travelled many different roads to get to Tranquillity;
           The chapters of my life are full of the dead and undead,
Memories of childhood, family, friends and pets I loved;
                  The scars of life stab my soul.

      I do not fear death and I am ready to go through the gate,
But I will miss nature, the woods and the waters moving;
            And as I walk the silent passage alone to my eternal night,
Think of me as being set free and soaring high up above;
                  I lived a life weather-stained with tears.

      Leaving life is something we all must do; it is written,
I was held by a thread in this earthly realm until that last gasp;
            Now, all I know is the peacefulness of a leafy tree above,
Drifting blue clouds and rain falling gently on my resting place;
                  I was a shadow on the wall of time.

      Do not weep over my eternal grave heartbroken my dears,
I have followed the beautiful Angels footsteps to heaven;
           My poetry is timeless, ageless, and will always remain,
I have shed this earth bound life and I am a butterfly set free;
                  I drank from the deep blue cup of life.

      So come, dear hearts and plant some pretty flowers in Spring,
I am at last united with all my beloved who have gone before;
             Touch my name and remember me for my beauty,
And although my life was but a whisper, I loved every moment;
                  Now, I exist in another realm.

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August 26, 2015


Poetry/Epic/'Before My Pen is Hushed'
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Caren Krutsinger January 17, 2020 at 5:06 AM "although my life was but a whisper, I loved every moment;" - ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhBEAUTIFUL! Constance La France January 17, 2020 at 2:59 PM Caren, I love that line too!

Anil Deo January 15, 2020 at 7:05 PM Wonderful and triumphant. "Many roads ...[got you] to tranquility." Loving Nature does add a dimension to our link to immortality, when our recycled remains will "feed" Nature and "Futures." Even humans - at the quantum level - are breathing cells of great and ordinary peasants, drinking water dinosaurs drank (or pissed!). Thanks, Constance. Shalom, shalom Constance La France January 17, 2020 at 3:00 PM Anil, thanks for visiting and for the great comment!

Peter Rees January 15, 2020 at 6:40 AM These special lines say so much about living life to the full, its ups and downs,pleasures and regrets, and leaving just a trace behind of a life well-lived. I enjoyed this very much, especially on a re-reading. Constance La France January 15, 2020 at 11:33 AM Peter, thanks so much for visiting my poem and reading it not once but more, that is a greatest compliment ~