Constance La France Poet Verse

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His Name Is Death

Vivid dreams, dreams frightening, in bright technicolor,
     Recurring over and over, day and night, unfolding;
Deeply, I plunge into the oblivion of an empty black void.
          And I am free falling, tumbling, plummeting down.

Again and again, I do the same things within this dream,
     And I am the girl with long raven hair flowing down;
There is a  man who is beckoning for me to come with him,
          He stands with arms outstretched, whispering my name.

I have seen this man who comes for me, his face so sad, 
     My mind is swirling, twirling and I am screaming, go away;
But, he takes my hand and we walk into the dark unknown,
          Through tangled vines and bare branches like claws.

I fear him so much because I know his name, it is Death,
     Why does he come in dreams, why does he call me;
And each time I fear my weary eyes to close and dream, 
          For I know that Death will be whispering my name.

                 The first time I saw him, he was weeping,
                             as he took my dead sister's soul away. . . 
      
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June 5, 2013


Poetry/Verse/His Name Is Death
Copyright Protected, ID 06-483-551-05
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France


Written for the Standard contest, Poems to Keep You Awake, 
sponsor, Roy Jerben, Judged 06/10/2013

Third Place

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Dr. Upma A. Sharma August 17, 2015 at 10:36 AM Congrats on ur very dark n sad winning write dear shadow! Love ur pen! Constance La France August 17, 2015 at 6:31 PM You mean broken wings I assume

Skat A August 16, 2015 at 9:29 PM Broken. Congrats on your win. ~SKAT~

James Inman August 14, 2015 at 9:09 PM I've had a very complicated relationship with dreams in my life. I could talk for hours about it. If this is real for you the last stanza explains everything. Hauntingly beautiful.

Alexis Y. August 14, 2015 at 7:41 PM BW, l enjoyed reading this dark write. You had my full attention! I think for the most part we all fear death, but death my friend is apart of life that we all must face. Excellent Job. Congratulations on a well deserved win:-)Alexis

Poet Destroyer A August 14, 2015 at 6:54 PM Hello Broken, have not seen you around. Hope you are well.. on another note, I enjoyed this poem. I fear everything about death as it is... :) Congratulations on your awesome win. Stop by my latest blog "Poem for One Victim" if you'd like or have time. Always & Forever ~LINDA~

Carrie Richards June 10, 2013 at 7:01 PM This would be so terrifying.......one would never be willing to close her eyes!!

Skat A June 10, 2013 at 2:06 PM congrats in Roy's contest............. SKAT

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl June 10, 2013 at 1:22 PM Wow there are some scary people about . well done Constance ,congratulations on your place love xx

Roy Jerden June 10, 2013 at 12:54 PM Congratulations on the win. I'll be posting a blog with additional comments. Cheers, Roy

Russell Sivey June 5, 2013 at 9:09 PM That is a very scary nightmare my friend, I had dreams like that when I was younger, ones that just wouldn't go away, and they weren't normal nightmares...they seemed so real! You know when you are young (and even when you are older at times), dreams seem to take on a whole new life, they seem to breathe and live as a part of you! I'll never forget a string of years when I had a debilitating nightmare every night! I was terrified to sleep! This is a phenomenal poem my friend, Great Work!!

Simon S. June 5, 2013 at 1:04 PM nice flow