Richard Lamoureux Poet Rhyme

Constanza Robbed of Her Days

Her lonely flys across the sky.
A tragedy that ends with sin.
Where she has stopped we must begin.

When a life ends we wonder why.
A selfish act snuffs out that life.
Her future ended with a knife!

How could one so loved want to die?
What thoughts were pondered in the night?
Could she not see that there was light?

Those left behind can't help but cry.
She touched them in so many ways.
Now she has robbed them of her days.

There are tears that are hard to dry.
A pain that cuts clean through the soul.
That's when we need God to console.

We must go on we have to try!
The sun still comes out every day.
Within the grave let sadness stay.

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Her lonely flies across the sky.
When a life ends we wonder why.
How could one so loved want to die?
Those left behind can't help but cry.
There are tears that are hard to dry.
We must go on we have to try!

Inspired to try a new form by Mark Peterson.
For Craig's contest; Andrea's Inspiration and Connie's new form.
I agree with Craig, this form is worthy of being recognized.

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Herzel Poshiwa January 21, 2014 at 6:25 AM Good and inspiring memories of a lost loved one keeps us going. Thank you for a heartfelt Poem Richard. Richard Lamoureux January 21, 2014 at 8:18 AM Thanks again Herzel

Monterey Sirak December 24, 2013 at 7:47 AM "Her lonely flies across the sky" There is a wealth of meaning in this one line. A sadness so deep it contemplates the end is lonely and barren. Love flutters helplessly around the fringes trying to find a way in. Well done, my friend. Richard Lamoureux December 24, 2013 at 9:28 AM Thanks Monterey, it is sad when a person feels their is no other way to end their suffering.

Cherl Dunn December 20, 2013 at 4:38 PM We must carry on but always remember those we have lost and keep them alive with the good memories they've given us while they were alive with in our hearts and souls in this way there being meant something. cheri and thank you for your comment on my Rosey Wells Richard Lamoureux December 20, 2013 at 5:11 PM It was my pleasure to read and comment. Thanks again Cheri.

Chuck Melugin December 20, 2013 at 12:53 PM Absolutely great work Richard containing truth that is seldom discussed. I applaud you my friend! Merry Christmas, chuck 7 Richard Lamoureux December 20, 2013 at 2:26 PM Thanks Chuck. You are most kind.

Donna Jones December 20, 2013 at 11:28 AM Lovely form...wonderful poem...great message...my favorite line...how could one so loved want to die...so many loved, never learn to love, accept or maybe forgive themselves...awesome Richard.. Richard Lamoureux December 20, 2013 at 2:27 PM If only we could see how loveable we are through God's eyes.

Dr.Ram Mehta December 19, 2013 at 4:45 AM I have read three Constanza in a single day and I am now tutored enough write one, Richard Richard Lamoureux December 19, 2013 at 6:55 AM Letme know when you have completed it Dr. Ram.

Shadow Hamilton December 18, 2013 at 5:18 PM lovely Rick I like the flow of it Shadow x smile hug Richard Lamoureux December 19, 2013 at 6:56 AM Thanks Shadow.

Eileen Manassian December 18, 2013 at 3:02 PM I love this new form and will try my hand it it. I know know the background of the story, but still, it has touched me. Richard Lamoureux December 18, 2013 at 4:39 PM I think you will be very good at it. Let me know when you have posted it.

Mark Peterson December 18, 2013 at 9:56 AM Excellent example, Richard, and certainly a winner for the contest. Your line, 'the sun comes out every day' is especially meaningful to me. I had carried guilt for years and had basically given up. Then I realized the sun was up, day had begun, and I was supposed to do something with it. Guilt changed to regret, and I was able to carry on. Thanks for reminding me of this. Richard Lamoureux December 18, 2013 at 10:01 AM Thanks Mark, I hope regret transforms to triumph. Thanks for the thoughtful comment.

Roger Horsch December 18, 2013 at 9:54 AM Richard, I first must tell you that this is a very good, but sad poem. I love the way you tied together the first lines of each paragraph to make up the last one....Your friend...Roger Richard Lamoureux December 18, 2013 at 10:02 AM Thanks Roger. Check out Mark Peterson's poem to learn more about this form.