Constance La France Poet Verse

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Me, In the Frame

I lost me somewhere in the map of my life,
yes, I still have the same ivory skin;
lips of cherry pink stained,
but there is more pain in my eyes reflected.

I feel that I could reach out and touch,
the girl in the frame;
brush my finger on her flawless skin and hair,
I want to hold her to my heart;
tell her that I love her and miss her,
to keep me always this girl in the frame;
but the wheels of time grind on and on.

And with not a care,
for aura's that years decay;
I am not the girl in the frame now,
and I wish to turn back the clock of time.

And find this girl in the frame,
that was me once upon a time;
bring her to the here and now and be her,
but, she only dwells in memories floating;
and in a black wood frame.

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September 27, 2018


Poetry/Verse/Me, In The Frame
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1090-207-01
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Submitted to, Early Dec. 2018 Standard Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand

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Anitha Jayasankar October 10, 2021 at 4:17 AM This is just awesome Constance... How many times each one of us would have felt this way isn't it... looking at old photograph of ours... they give us so many beautiful memories too, and one would feel like going back in time to 'feel' those moments of childhood... once more... Excellent dear Heart.... Hugs... ~ Ani Constance La France October 10, 2021 at 6:05 AM Ani, thanks for visiting my older poem and for the compliment and comment, appreciate ~ love and serenity _Constance

Constance La France December 5, 2018 at 10:02 AM Janice, thanks for visiting my poem with comment and congratulations, appreciate ~

Janice Canerdy December 4, 2018 at 5:25 PM Congratulations on your win with this moving poem! Janice Constance La France December 5, 2018 at 10:01 AM ~.~

Constance La France December 4, 2018 at 2:08 PM Thank you Eve and Carolyn for visiting my poem with those great comments and congratulations, appreciate ~

Eve Roper December 4, 2018 at 10:08 AM I enjoyed reading this beautiful poem, Dear Heart, very well written. It stirs a reader's imagination and the emotions a wonderful sense of peace and harmony. Congratulations on your win! Constance La France December 4, 2018 at 2:07 PM Smiling !

Carolyn Devonshire December 3, 2018 at 11:17 AM It is sometimes painful to look upon old photographs and wonder where the joy went, Dear Heart. Surely, many of us have felt this way and yet have not expressed it so beautifully in tender and touching verse like yours. This is a fave for me, Hon, as I have just looked at some old cheerleading photos and wished I had that energy and health again. Love, Carolyn Constance La France December 4, 2018 at 2:07 PM Thanks for the FAV~

Constance La France December 3, 2018 at 8:39 AM Thank you Pixie and Carlos for visiting with those great comments, appreciate ~

Lunita Blanca December 2, 2018 at 10:13 PM Yes Dear Heart, youth is that wonderful time of life which only the young are strong enough to endure. Constance La France December 3, 2018 at 8:38 AM Smile~

Mystic Rose Rose December 2, 2018 at 3:56 PM Your word poem is so deeply moving, In is the best therapy in the world to go back in time and embrace our inner child, even if its only in our mind. Thank you for sharing. Dear Heart. This is comment Sunday, could you please leave a few extra comments on site today to help raise the community spirit, it would be most appreciated Constance La France December 3, 2018 at 8:38 AM Smiling ~

Constance La France December 2, 2018 at 10:48 AM Charles, thanks for visiting my poem with that meaningful comment, so nice, I appreciate it a lot ~

Charles Messina December 1, 2018 at 1:07 PM Awe, so sad a poem, Dear Heart. An adorable little girl she was, but ya know what...she still is that adorable little girl. Nothing will ever change that, what's inside stays inside it's only what's outside that might appear different. Well written...hugs Charlie :) Constance La France December 2, 2018 at 10:47 AM Hugs~

Constance La France December 1, 2018 at 10:21 AM Arturo, thanks for visiting my poem and commenting, appreciate. Oh yes she is me in the frame but life has changed the girl~

Arturo Michael December 1, 2018 at 10:08 AM Are you sure she's there...maybe she's in the mirror...I like the concept and the way you delivered it...All the best Dear Heart Constance La France December 1, 2018 at 10:19 AM Hugs~

Constance La France December 1, 2018 at 10:03 AM Andrea, thanks for visiting my poem with that nice comment, yes, it could be for that other contest but I am working on something else for that contest.

Andrea Dietrich December 1, 2018 at 9:49 AM Excellent and poignant verse, Constance. I was thinking it worked for the 'youth" contest as I was reading it! (if you called it free verse) Constance La France December 1, 2018 at 10:02 AM Smiling~