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Its Too Early To Write Poetry


                       Many came with bright, lovely  f l o w e r s  to lay,
   their  T E A R S  hung in the tall  b e n d i n g  trees;
and then their  WEEPING  drifted into the  S I L E N C E,
                     I have laid here  b e n e a t h  the  EARTH-  years.
   BENEATH  the deep  w h i t e  snow and  g r e e n  grass;
                                         and a little  GIRL  came often with Rose,
                 she  l a i d  ROSE  on my tomb, so gently . . . 
          NOW-     now, a beautiful young woman comes here.
"O h  m y  s i s t e r  l o v e-          do not  grieve evermore,
    LEAVE, leave, leave this DARKNESS and come  n e v e r m o r e."

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January 7, 2017

Poetry/Verse/Its Too Early To Write Poetry
Copyright Protected, ID 17- 863-940-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Written for the contest, It's to early to write poetry
sponsor, Ironic Zink

Fifth Place
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Vinson Avatar
February 21, 2017 at 9:49 AM
Wow, Constance - I feel it, the sadness and caring on both sides, the green and white washing over the reader.
Rodrigues Avatar
February 19, 2017 at 3:02 PM
A haunting whistled through the wind! Love your format! Excellent! Congrats, Constance!
Zink Avatar
February 19, 2017 at 2:59 PM
Thank you for your entry, my apologies on the delay. I was detained! Congrats on your win!
Lamoureux Avatar
January 9, 2017 at 6:33 PM
Visually and intellectually unique.
Moreno Avatar
January 9, 2017 at 4:58 PM
I haven't been here in years, and I can still tell your style. Nice to read you again Constance, nice work -R
Difford Avatar
January 8, 2017 at 3:18 PM
Dear Broken wings....Heartwrenching! sad, so!! beautifully expressed, I could feel everything throughout. Yes...Rest in Peace X.
Wanter Avatar
January 7, 2017 at 12:20 PM
A deep message, BW; as usual enwrapped in beautiful poetic words.
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