Constance La France Poet Sonnet

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Blossoms and Bubbles

 

In the hush of dawn wild flowers bloom,
Blossoms mingle sweetly amongst the row of tombs;
Scents drift in the air setting free spring perfume,
The lovely flowers transcends the sad dark gloom.

A rainbow of colours swaying in the breeze,
Pink dances with purple and orange with yellow;
And dipping and soaring the swirling bees,
Your soft sweet voice mother is but a faint echo.

I pause my journey to you and pick wild flowers,
Holding beauty I press a kiss on your stone;
A love for flowers that dark death cannot alter,
Lovely bright flowers I leave on your tombstone.

In the quiet a soft humming voice hovers,
And above her tomb a wild flower bubble lingers.


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March 28, 2015


Poetry/Sonnet/Blossoms and Bubbles
Copyright Protected, ID 03-657-798-28
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France


For the Standard contest, Blossoms and Bubbles
Sponsor, Olive Eloisa Guillermo, Judged 04/2015

Ninth Place

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Poet Destroyer A April 18, 2015 at 5:48 PM Broken,, Congratulations on your awesome BLOSSOMS AND BUBBLES win.... XOX .... ~Linda~

Nette Onclaud April 14, 2015 at 1:43 AM poignant work so deeply crafted, constance.. best congrats!

Debbie Guzzi April 13, 2015 at 10:41 PM What an image you packed in to those last 2 lines! Congrad's on your big win! Light & Love

Edward Ebbs April 12, 2015 at 9:49 PM Congrats Broken :)

Jan Allison April 12, 2015 at 6:21 PM Dropping back with my congrats Broken Wings - another beautiful write my friend:-) Hugs Jan xx

Robert Stoner Jr April 12, 2015 at 4:34 PM Congratulations BW on yet another win ,sad, but another win. Nice sonnet.

Sandra Haight April 12, 2015 at 10:20 AM So beautiful, BW, and so full of imagery that goes from very sad to acceptance through the beauty of the blossoms as they bring you comfort that "dark death cannot alter." Congratulations on your nice win! Hugs, Sandra

Carrie Richards April 12, 2015 at 10:06 AM You have deepened the meaning in the theme, and have taken it to a heartfelt place to ponder. This is lovely, and peaceful and sad. Excellent work, Constance!

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser April 12, 2015 at 10:01 AM Broken Wings, There are so many strong lines that drew me to this poem. You started to plot a sad scene with the blossoms but then you bounce in happy scene with the jolly colors you portray then again there the sadness of somehow a remembrance… Yet, the light and hope of acceptance though there is still the mark of deep longing… Blossoms and Bubbles spells life in their peak prime but then sometime these two shall wilt/die or burst. Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser April 12, 2015 at 10:01 AM The fused beauty of blossoms and bubbles leaves a happy remembrance… :) Thank you for participating and CONGRATULATIONS! :')!//olive Eloisa

Mario De Paz April 3, 2015 at 9:18 AM A beautyful piece of poetry for this contest. I admire it: a full 7

Carol Eastman March 29, 2015 at 4:07 PM Quite an artful piece. Interesting imagery.

Ralph Sergi March 29, 2015 at 3:45 PM A beautiful flowery tribute to one who is gone. Good Luck in the contest.

Andrea Dietrich March 28, 2015 at 10:58 PM you got another beautiful poem out of your love and remembrance of your mother. wherever did you find the bubble around the flowers. wow. I have a sonnet too but am waiting to see which contest is filling up faster. Two other poems I worked on today as well . it feels awesome!

Florin Andronic March 28, 2015 at 1:42 PM love for flowers that dark death cannot alter - great

Viv Wigley March 28, 2015 at 1:16 PM Sorrow, soothed with sweetness. A lovely write. A fav, for sure. Blessings, Viv x

Jan Allison March 28, 2015 at 12:04 PM simply delightful sonnet- Olive will love this - good luck:-) Hugs Jan xx 7 xx

Paul Callus March 28, 2015 at 11:25 AM A delightful sonnet in which wild flowers dance with the breeze while displaying all their lovely colours. They have the ability to lift a sad heart. gl in the contest. // paul

Florin Andronic March 28, 2015 at 9:43 AM The lovely flowers transcends the sad dark gloom -nice - finish it :)