Constance La France Poet Free verse

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Free Verse/Hymn of the Heart
Copyright, ID # 1839412
All Rights, 07/24/26, Constance La France
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Penned July 24, 2026/  Human Written
For the International Contest, Hymn of the Heart
Sponsor, Hiya Sharma, Judged 08/01/2026

FIRST PLACE

"The mountains are my bones, the rivers are my veins,
the forests are my thoughts, and the stars are my dreams,
the ocean is my heart, it's the pounding of my pulse,
the sound of earth writes the music of my soul. "
                     
                                                  Quote by_ Unknown

 

Hymn of the Heart

 
"The mountains are my bones, the rivers are my veins,
the forests are my thoughts, and the stars are my dreams,
the ocean is my heart, it's the pounding of my pulse,
the sound of earth writes the music of my soul. "
                     
                                                  Quote by_ Unknown


my heart speaks of my pain
for my soul has been shattered
battered by the years
the garden of my spirit ravaged
it is holding on by a thread
the music in my soul is screaming
for release
so, I will pen my bleeding words
and let them pour
the song my soul never seeks 

the little girl laying so still
I know she is my big sister
her dress is pretty I whisper
the face of an angel
my dress is too I tell her
I am so young and innocent  
holding fathers hand and he is weeping
looking up at him I realize it is not father
it is death . . . 
I wake from this dream again and again
 
storms have always shaken the ocean of my sleep
my hair is a flowing river streaming down
as I walk the rows and rows of headstones
each death has left me sorrowful
scars are the roadmap of my soul now
my family just shadows on the wall of time
clouds sail across the sky

I am in a lush green forest
with father
I am older now
we are hiking and he is telling
me about the trees and birds
now, I am with mother in her garden
sipping tea and laughing
I am a young woman
we have just planted some flowers
I look up and mother is gone
and the sweetness that was the garden
is no more
these are just the memories of long ago
the song my soul never seeks 

I am holding my new born baby boy
he is so beautiful
then, death is ripping him out of my arms
at the cemetery
I am made of stone
then, I am kissing my true love
but his lips are cold
I trace his face
crying, crying, crying
death has taken him too
this is 
the song my soul never seeks  

why, I ask the sky

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Hiya Sharma August 2, 2026 at 8:08 AM Dear Constance, I must say you really moved me to tears wid this one 😢❤️‍🩹 ~ your words made my heart quiver and my pulses rushed, feeling the poignancy that you've poured in each line.. beautiful soul. The ache, the pain and the grief. . everything that you've faced through the fatality of life really comes alive.. the way you've laid out your spirit ~ bare with scars ~ I could really feel the antagonising agony and hear the sorrowful cries, about your big sister, your mum, the baby... And the way you talk about ur father, sigh. We truly question life and its cruelties, but it is how it is, altho it was never the song that we wished for .. thank you so much for entering the first contest of mine, with this poetically profound poem! Congratulations on your well-deserved top win! 🌹⭐⭐🌙🌹

MOHIT MITRA August 1, 2026 at 6:27 AM "I wake from this dream again and again" may be the poem's quiet centre. It understands that trauma does not merely survive in memory—it rehearses itself until sleep becomes another country ruled by loss. Equally unforgettable is "I am made of stone." After the flood of emotion preceding it, that simple declaration reveals the final stage of grief: not tears, but the terrible mercy of feeling nothing. Very few poems know where restraint is stronger than description. This one does. A deeply moving and deserving winner. Ever in wonder, Mohit Mitra

Alison A Smith nee Howarth July 25, 2026 at 12:16 AM This journey you took me on cut through my soul. Constance La France July 25, 2026 at 10:36 AM Alison, thank you for the compassion and compliment-

Karen Jones July 24, 2026 at 10:03 PM Wow! This is emotive and engaging. Enjoyed reading your unique approach to the prompt. Best wishes! Constance La France July 25, 2026 at 10:37 AM Karen, thank you for the compliment-