Constance La France Poet Free verse

In Quietude

 
in reflection
I often contemplate my life
and open the iron curtain of time
and wait in unbroken silence
for past images to appear that still haunt me_
but recently in the deep hush-hush and stillness
I question my rumination_
is it possible these memories are not mine ??

in quietness
and careful consideration
of my childhood tragedies- I wonder
were these even my memories ??
but the result of stories told over the years
that became real from constant repetition_
grandma was a storyteller
and even mom told a good family story ! 

in noiselessness
and quietude of memory
I have death-  grief of my own to ponder
thoughts that now dwell in my adulthood
and these are my own sad memories and sorrow !
time taught me tranquility and serenity
and the peace to accept what is
and the strength to leave memories not mine behind_

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June 23, 2020


Poetry/Free Verse/in quietude
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1262-464-03
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Written for the Standard contest, Reflection in Silence
sponsor, Silent One

Second Place

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Funom Makama June 29, 2020 at 1:57 PM A huge huge congratulations on your high placement. You deserve it.

Aditi Mishra June 26, 2020 at 5:33 AM Introspection gives us so many aspects to wonder about our own memories woven in realities and imaginations. I've always felt that the peace to accept what is leaves spaces in our minds to create perspectives that have been unknown to us. Thank you for writing such a relevant thoughtful muse. Congratulations on your win Constance. Keep writing and inspiring. Blessings and lots of love :)

Andrea Dietrich June 25, 2020 at 3:50 PM Congratulations, and yes, it's so strange that some things we start to question, did they happen like the way we remember? Very well done, Dear Heart.

James Inman June 25, 2020 at 9:30 AM Our mind plays tricks on us. As we grow older sometimes the beautiful fantasies we had in youth seem more like memories as due our distorted view of our childhood world. Who's to say whether these are less valid in our mind as to not see them as memories. A great write.

Silent One June 25, 2020 at 6:45 AM I do this all the time.. Glad I am not the only one.. We all need to reflect, from time to time.. Congratulations on your placement in the contest..

John Watt June 24, 2020 at 12:05 PM Just as fire can heat our meal or burn down our house, thoughts and memories can lead down paths of disquieting rumination or productive creativity. Their power is undeniable. You have used some wonderful images of silence to encourage the writer to pursue that acceptance of hardship that nurtures poetic expression. Beautifully stated, Constance. Best wishes in the contest ~ John