Constance La France Poet Free verse

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''I Would Like To Fly Away''

"To soar in the wind, to dip and to glide . . . "

And be detached and apart from this life's reality,
Where past sorrows shroud my remembering;
I have sealed the heavy door of the past.

Oh to flutter on the edge of dreams,
To tremble and hover, grasping the peaceful and happy;
In my imagination I float and drift,
Like a breathtaking butterfly with gossamer wings.

But then, but then . . . 

The cold fingers of the past come creeping,
Monsters and sorrows of the long ago:
Painful memories are screaming and shattering my soul.

The beautiful lost in the carnage,
Oh the tears and the weeping eternal floating sadness.

The heavy door to the past is bolted and secure,
Impenetrable with a padlock and thick chain;
Where anguish and bliss entwine in an endless battle,
And my happiness died long, long ago.

But from time to time, 
A whispering, beautiful single memory finds a way;
From under that weighty door locked and chained.

And I crush the sweetness to my weeping broken heart.

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November 6, 2015

Free Verse/"I Would Like To Fly Away"
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Charlie Smith August 23, 2017 at 10:42 AM Such a sad lament well worthy of honors, congratulations Constance...

Kim Rodrigues August 23, 2017 at 7:26 AM Oh Constance, how true your emotions! Though a memory be sweet, it brings weeping with it. Love's tears. Hugs and congrats on your bittersweet write! <3 Kim

Subimal Sinha-Roy August 22, 2017 at 11:23 PM Congratulations, Broken Wings for the well deserved win.

Dalia Shahein December 27, 2015 at 1:30 PM Beautifully done, a remarkable poem my dear I salute you....Happy new year and hugs / / :) Constance La France December 27, 2015 at 6:35 PM Dalia, thanks for the beautifully and remarkable, and forever support, appreciated ~

Duke Beaufort November 12, 2015 at 12:23 PM This is the essence of life. Right here in your poem. This describes the life I live. The more bolts on the door, the greater the explosion when what we want to contain comes rushing out. I find that certain events trigger these things because they are filed in the same part of the brain. Similar things do happen and the brain is very clever about these associations. The past get stirred up despite the lock on the door. I hope you know that you are an angel. Think about that always. Constance La France November 12, 2015 at 1:35 PM Thank you Duke for the beautiful comment, I find that a memory will come when least expected, and I will think what made me think of that, one day in the mall a lady walked by me who looked a lot like my mother and I felt a knife stab my heart, it was staggering

Scott Thirtyseven November 7, 2015 at 9:54 AM Sorry I left this poem without tweeting a link. I'll just rectify that. Constance La France November 7, 2015 at 12:26 PM Thank you Scott

Scott Thirtyseven November 7, 2015 at 9:37 AM That is wonderful poetic imagery. Great write. Shame to see all the sorrow though, may the future hold happiness in her wings. Constance La France November 7, 2015 at 12:28 PM Scott, this is a re-write from 2013 of a poem by the same name, oddly although it won in a contest back then, I think this version is far superior, thanks for the nice comment and visit

Daniel Stafford November 7, 2015 at 3:52 AM Some what haunting, but absolutelybrilliant. Well done Constance La France November 7, 2015 at 7:46 AM Daniel, thank you so much for visiting my poetry, appreciated ~

Constance La France November 6, 2015 at 11:22 PM I wrote this back in 2013 when I think my present style was just starting to show itself, I liked the poem written then but of course had to edit it to satisfy my muse ~