Falling, Falling



                           I catch a soft murmur,
          in my night hallucination;
  placid words and articulation of Mom,
               as if standing within my grasp.

                      I want this so much,
  I hold no angst, no horror or panic;
        my mind is ajar, and wildly staring,
            toward a ghost,
              a contour-   a shadow familiar;
       I so want my Mom.
 
   My vision murmurs, calm and still my darling,
       and I am falling, falling into a hush;
            to grasp this soft murmur,
        again, again and again . . . .

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July 13, 2020


Poetry/Lipogram/Verse/Falling, Falling
Copyright Protected,ID 20-1268-122-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France  


Written for the PREMIER contest, Lipogram
sponsor, Emile Pinet

Second Place
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Mishra Avatar
July 28, 2020 at 1:06 PM
Those endearing emotions last forever. Your muse is soothing and heartfelt at the same time Constance. Congratulations on your win! Blessings and love :)
La France Avatar
July 30, 2020 at 2:03 PM
Aditi, thanks for the nice comment and the congratulations _Constance
Agustin Avatar
July 27, 2020 at 7:35 PM
Wow! Congrats! Thanks for sharing this... making me nostalgic of my Mom. God bless you.
La France Avatar
July 30, 2020 at 2:04 PM
Beata, thanks so much for the congrats, my mom is with me every moment _Constance
Allison Avatar
July 27, 2020 at 2:08 PM
such an emotional piece Constance, she will always be in your heart:-) many congrats on your win :-) hugs jan xx
La France Avatar
July 30, 2020 at 2:04 PM
Jan, always in my heart, thanks for the congrats _Constance
Rodrigues Avatar
July 27, 2020 at 2:03 PM
Congratulations, Constance! Enjoyed.
La France Avatar
July 30, 2020 at 2:04 PM
Kim, thanks for the congratulatins _Constance
Logan Avatar
July 27, 2020 at 11:40 AM
Very nice write for a winning position, Constance.
La France Avatar
July 30, 2020 at 2:05 PM
Jenna, thanks for the compliment _Constance
Roper Avatar
July 27, 2020 at 11:23 AM
Great job on this form, Constance. Wasn't sure what Emile wanted so I didn't enter. Congratulations on your win. Hugs Eve
La France Avatar
July 30, 2020 at 2:05 PM
Eve, thanks for the compliment and the congratulations _Constance
Kauffman Avatar
July 27, 2020 at 9:01 AM
Even when our mom's have left us, they never really leave us. I find myself quoting my mom all the time and dreaming about her - falling, falling falling a great visual! Congratulations on your second place, Constance! Blessings!
La France Avatar
July 30, 2020 at 2:06 PM
Sam, me too, I have to stop myself sometimes but mom is always in my heart, thanks for the congratulations _Constance
Pinet Avatar
July 27, 2020 at 7:16 AM
Congratulations Constance! Your poem earned "Second" in my contest, due to the technical demands of this form it was a very difficult contest to judge, but your emotional poem caught my eye and touched my heart. Well done my friend, Emile.
La France Avatar
July 30, 2020 at 2:07 PM
Emile, thank you for another inspiring contest, I always enjoy your contests and am thrilled with my placement _Constance
Somadas Avatar
July 14, 2020 at 1:31 AM
I catch a soft murmur.. So beautifully written Constance.. An emotional write.. Good luck..
La France Avatar
July 16, 2020 at 3:51 AM
Jenish, thanks for the compliment on my poem, yes emotional _Constance
Wanter Avatar
July 13, 2020 at 4:54 PM
Your poem is heartwrenching! You never outgrow your longing for your Mom.
La France Avatar
July 16, 2020 at 3:52 AM
Sunlite, thanks for visiting and the compassion, no I will never let go of my mom, she is safe in my heart _Constance
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