Constance La France Poet Verse

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It Snowed That Day

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And I pressed my palm against my heart,
I was holding in the ache and the pain;
my soul, stone cold and bleeding ice,
snow fell and melted into tears.

I was holding in the ache and the pain,
the weeping mourners were fading away;
snow fell and melted into tears,
this love will be forever, I whispered.

I was holding in the ache and the pain,
my soul, stone cold and bleeding ice;
the weeping mourners were fading away,
and I pressed my palm against my heart.


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March 19, 2015


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Robert Denton March 30, 2015 at 5:33 AM Absolutely love this... Well done!

James Fraser March 24, 2015 at 3:24 PM Powerfully sad poem, and so beautifully written. One can feel the pain, even more when read again. Good luck in the contest, it's a winner, James :) :)

David Meade March 21, 2015 at 9:28 PM Yes, when we hold in the ache and pain our hearts and souls become cold! Another signature write that captures the pain of a broken hurting heart! 7

Maurice Yvonne March 20, 2015 at 8:50 PM Stunning! There is so many layers in this write!

Debbie Guzzi March 20, 2015 at 6:49 PM Very sad Constance, good luck, light & Love

Sara Kendrick March 20, 2015 at 8:30 AM Enjoyed reading your creative expression of pain..Reads like a winner to me.These are not so easy to write but you made it seem seamless..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders March 20, 2015 at 1:05 AM I was going to write exactly what Andrea did below...there is beauty in every emotion and I try to find beauty even during difficult times. Your poem reminds me of the night of my grandma's viewing. It was the first night I had ever seen snow and it was beautiful. I like to think she made it snow for me...hugs, Rhonda

Andrea Dietrich March 20, 2015 at 12:09 AM Sadness so beautifully expressed. That is your forte, Constance. This is a very nice pantoum!!