Constance La France Poet Verse

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Beyond Reach

When a child-  I loved to play, jump and run,
with my big sister who was my best friend;
but, one snowy day she died on the road,
was gone forever and beyond my reach.

So, I folded my butterfly wings and dwelled,
within an imaginary world of my making;
and there I made up stories and wrote poems,
my pen dripped blood- my paper wet with tears.

And this is how it went for years and years,
though, I knew that I was loved by mom and dad;
and grandma-  it was grandma who reached me,
from beyond reach and found a girl turned poet.

Even now that I am an adult ... when hurt,
I fold my butterfly wings and go beyond reach;
to dwell until I am healed again, again, and again,
but today-  I flutter my wings with unfathomable

                                            strength . . .   
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December 27, 2022


Poetry/Verse/Beyond Reach
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1512-522-27
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France	

Written for the Premiere contest, Beyond Reach
sponsor, Mystic Rose Rose, Judged 12/30/2022

Sixth Place

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Speaks Volumes December 30, 2022 at 9:51 PM What a beautiful poem. l read it twice, it touched a special place in my heart. lt says everything that needs to be said and then some. Constance La France December 31, 2022 at 9:31 AM Wendy, thank you so much for the visit, compliment and comment, Constance

Paula Goldsmith December 30, 2022 at 1:33 PM Back with Congratulations on this win. Have a great weekend with your wonderful win............... Constance La France December 31, 2022 at 9:32 AM Paula, thank you so much for the visit, congratulations and compliment, Constance

Silent One December 27, 2022 at 12:37 PM A sweet start to your poem.. I hope you are well.. Constance La France December 30, 2022 at 1:46 AM Silent, thank you so much for the visit, I finished my poem since your visit, I am doing well and hope you are also, Constance

David Kavanagh December 27, 2022 at 12:25 PM You certainly caught me on this one Constance, I was expecting a poem of youthful exuberance, then in an instant it turned into an absolute tragedy, you express sudden death exactly the way it happens, beyond reach indeed, cheers David Constance La France December 30, 2022 at 1:48 AM David, thank you so much for the visit, and comment, and compliment. Yes, I seem to know a lot about death, as I have experienced too much, Constance

Paula Goldsmith December 27, 2022 at 11:41 AM A wonderful yet sad write. Good Luck. Have a Blessed New Year 2023............. Constance La France December 30, 2022 at 1:49 AM Paula, thank you so much for the visit and compliment, yes, it is a sad write, blessings for 2023, Constance

Andrea Dietrich December 27, 2022 at 10:21 AM A very literal interpretation and a tragic one. Well written, Dear heart. Well, I am mow caught up here. time to get myself ready for movie date with grandkids. Hope you are having a nice day. Constance La France December 30, 2022 at 1:50 AM Andrea, thank you so much for the visit, compliment, and comment. My day is just starting and I hope it will be good, Constance