Constance La France Poet Rhyme

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Hanging On a High Cliff

It is madness how I write my poetry,
     Around me mountains of paper collect;
By candlelight I write with pure insanity,
     Until I hang on a cliff of a poem perfect.

It is desperation that I seek the last line,
     Oh, mighty peak of sweet writing bliss;
The ecstasy and passion like a red wine,
     My pen drips but I am lost in an abyss.

It is craziness how I write in a frenzy,
     Around me piles of books are tumbling;
By dawns glow I pen in mad lunacy,
     Until I stand on a crag- words drifting,

It is mania how I write my poetry,
     Oh, euphoria when my muse is on fire;
All day I ponder my words carefully,
      And all so my poem you will admire.

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May 16, 2016

Poetry/Rhyme/Hanging On A High Cliff
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Brian Davey May 25, 2016 at 8:43 AM You are right that is madness! Great take on the theme and congrats on your HM

Karam Misra May 25, 2016 at 1:22 AM What a take on the theme! Yes, we poets climb the Mountains of Madness everytime we transform our thoughts into words. Wonderful write, Broken Wings. Congratulations for the placement. ~karam~

Timothy Hicks May 24, 2016 at 4:09 PM It is a madness that we poets continue to come back too ... I liked your use of metaphor in this one, Broken Wings. Very relatable. Thanks for your participation ... if you ever get the chance, check out my blog and tell me about your poem :)

Pashang Salehi May 19, 2016 at 8:59 PM Very beautiful. ...nicely done

Sneha Rv May 17, 2016 at 3:01 PM This is BEAUTIFUL!! Such a unique and lovely idea.. All the best in the contest; Hope this does very well!! :) :)

John Lawless May 16, 2016 at 10:01 PM running along the edges of life....chasing the right word....Nicely done BW

Rahy Hy May 16, 2016 at 8:00 PM Great write Broken Wings..Good luck in the contest. Hugs, Rahy

Jan Allison May 16, 2016 at 4:55 PM I can relate to this clever poem and I love wonderful metaphor and the repeated phrase... how I wish I ... could write as beautifully as you:-) good luck in the contest:-) hugs jan xx

Walter T. Ashe May 16, 2016 at 3:34 PM With the depth and prolific sense of poetic inspiration you display I can see these moments vividly! If this is mania, pass it on! :-) The best to you Broken Wings in this contest! :-)

Andrea Dietrich May 16, 2016 at 3:08 PM I love how you patterned this one. I was almost thinking maybe it was pantoum poetry! It is a very clever idea, Constance, the metaphor of piles of paper for the mountains of madness. GREAT jos!!.