Constance La France Poet Abecedarian

I Write Poems, Pages and Pages

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as a child I had an unwritten history in this world
blind, wailing and unaware, totally helpless
crying is all I knew of life at that time
deep in my throbbing heart a love was born

every day I was kissed and hugged by mother
full of wild mirth and infant joy, I laughed and smiled
gone now is that love for she lays in her tomb
hanging my head I write poems, pages and pages 

in my soul I keep the memories from gathering dust
just yesterday, I reminisced a happy day of us
keeping the love from being lost, I write and write
look at me with your sad eyes

mother, I will paint poems full of love and grief
now and then, I gaze at the past with quivering tears
oh, and with my throbbing heart memories flow
past the clicking, ticking clock of life, I remove the dust

quietly, I bow my head at your tomb and let tears fall
returning often to clean the cold, weathered stone
sweet memories, memories, memories is all I have
till my last breath, no dust shall gather

until we meet beyond this domain of earth, I keep
visions of a realm where your beautiful soul sleeps
whatever time has destroyed, I must strive to remove the dust
xanadu, a garden lovely is where I dream that you dwell

your memory will never, ever, ever, ever gather dust, for
zillions of years from now my poetry will speak of deep love



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February 26, 2015


Poetry/Abecedarian/I write poems, pages and pages
Copyright Protected, ID 02-644-734-25
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La FRance

For the Standard contest, Gathering Dust, 
sponsor, John Lawless, Judged 03/2015

Second Place

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Connie Marcum Wong February 19, 2020 at 1:54 PM A gorgeous and tender tribute to your memories of your mother Constance. A great flow of each line connecting with the next seamlessly. I am sure this piece will shine Constance. I loved it! xxoo Constance La France February 22, 2020 at 6:55 PM Connie, thanks for the compliment on my poem appreciate _Constance

Freddie Robinson Jr. April 30, 2018 at 12:02 PM Beautiful poem, BW!! I'm so glad the Abecedarian form definition page featured this poem. A lot of us can relate to this tremendous loss ... I certainly can. I miss my mother dearly every day. Ty for such an elegant poem of remembrance. Soul sparkling poetry. Love and joy always.

Teidra Whiteside July 10, 2017 at 11:06 AM "I write poems, pages and pages"- I love that so so so many ways you can take that. It's a declaration of a burning desire and need to release I truly " write poems, pages and pages"- something only a true poet could understand

Eve Roper August 9, 2016 at 8:05 PM Such a lovely Abecedarian, Broken Wings, I enjoyed reading hugs eve

Sara Kendrick March 19, 2015 at 4:04 PM Congrats on your winning work..Sara

Poet Destroyer A March 19, 2015 at 11:24 AM Broken, Congratulations on your awesome gathering Dust win..... Luv ~LINDA~

Tammy Reams March 19, 2015 at 9:25 AM Congrats on your win. This is a beautiful poem!

Andrea Dietrich March 18, 2015 at 7:28 PM wow, this flows so well, I did not even realized it was abecederian!! Way to go, Constance. this is a very well deserved win.

Mark Trichet March 16, 2015 at 6:59 PM Very special poem BW I enjoyed this very much. Written with heartfelt tenderness for a very special mother. Congratulations, well deserved win

Eve Roper March 16, 2015 at 11:33 AM Your deep love and sorrow for your mother is shown in this poem written in tears. Congratulations on your win. Blessings Eve

Debbie Guzzi March 15, 2015 at 7:40 PM I wish for you many happy days! Congrad's on your win. Light & Love

Carrie Richards March 15, 2015 at 7:36 PM And indeed, your poems will last a zillion years, and soar on wings that are no longer broken >>>> :)

Skat A March 15, 2015 at 3:31 PM Broken, CONGRATULATIONS, on your Win ~SKAT~

Barbara Gorelick March 15, 2015 at 1:56 PM Oh, well done. This form is so difficult, I have never been able to do much with it. A big congrats. BG

John Lawless March 15, 2015 at 11:35 AM You worked the form into the context nicely while weaving a gentle story of love and memory's two sides. Thanks for this wonderful offering to the contest

Jan Allison March 15, 2015 at 11:25 AM I love the form you used for this poem - a woncerful tribute - many congrats on your win:-) Hugs jan xx

Sara Kendrick March 6, 2015 at 8:03 AM Great work honoring the memory..Good to know of the great relationship that you had..Thanks for stopping by.Sara

Shane Cooper March 2, 2015 at 9:00 AM You have penned a wonderful poem and in a form that is usually difficult to find a flow Your verse is seamless. One can see the sorrow comes from your heart and soul. Such an out pouring of grief revisited in so many poems so many forms, I see that you cannot find surcease for the pain and grief of your loss and I am so sad for you. Please take care, you are in my thoughts. Love Shane xxx

Richard Lamoureux February 28, 2015 at 9:02 AM No dust will gather on this beauteous piece. I expect it will do well.

James Peranteau February 26, 2015 at 5:51 PM If you don't win this contest dear poet....I'm leaving the Soup...Oooops, I better not say that, there may be souls who are waiting for that day, at least one fer sure lol.....Awesome LOVE FILLED write. I swear I read your writes before...O well...have a blessed day,,,,much love, james

Eve Roper February 26, 2015 at 4:42 PM Beautiful well articulated poem, keeping her memory alive in written letters. Good luck in the contest. Blessings and a 7

Emile Pinet February 26, 2015 at 11:32 AM I believe that a mother/daughter bond has no match in the human equation. The love that you share between you is remarkable and so self evident in this poem. You recall all the magic that surrounds your life and recognize that your mother is the source and inspiration for that magic. Emile. #7

Harry Horsman February 26, 2015 at 11:16 AM Pages and pages of his wonderful poetry you say you write,bring it on it's beautiful.

Robert Lindley February 26, 2015 at 9:27 AM Epically beautiful!!!!!!! A7, surely deserves a solid 10!

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser February 26, 2015 at 9:27 AM It does speak of deep love Broken Wings... When I first read your name here in soup it brings in me sad thoughts.. but as I read some of your poems I read within the lines how lovely you are!!!.. //olive eloisa :)!