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Poetry/Free Verse/my pen drips blood
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Written March 18, 2025
For the International Contest, Your Choice B
Sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 03/19/2025

Third Place

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my pen drips blood

writing
is
my
    life & breath
I
   live
to write poetry
and
   creating is my soul

to take
my skill away
   I will weep & die
for I must write poetry

my pen drips blood

if
I should die
will
my
   words die
or will they live on

that
   is a poets
 dream
and one
   must dream the dream

poetrywritingfree verse

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Valsa George

March 19, 2025 at 10:52 PM

Even after your death, your poems will continue to live, for they are written not in delible ink, but in indelible blood. A powerful and moving poem, dear Constance!

Constance La France

March 30, 2025 at 2:35 AM

Valsa, thank you for the comment and compliment, blessings ~

James Peranteau

March 19, 2025 at 8:26 AM

just follow the "Ball" point pen dear poet and yourn; nombre de mujer... que femenina ,) will appear in the books of dreams...there'z the penchant for your writes Constance, likewise, az I've gathered through the yearz know'n ya; you're leaving the indelible Mark in the annalz uv write we here/hear on the Soup know 'bout ya ...worry not dear one...rest in peace, generationz shall read your writes ')...much love

Constance La France

March 30, 2025 at 2:36 AM

James, thank you for the beautiful comment, blessings ~

Daniel Henry Rodgers

March 19, 2025 at 5:54 AM

Dear Constance, I love seeing a poet’s heartbeat that is raw, urgent, necessary. I felt the weight of creation in every line, the way poetry isn’t just what you do, but who you are. This is the kind of writing that I enjoy, that breathes beyond the page. Keep dreaming, always. Spring Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel

Constance La France

March 30, 2025 at 2:37 AM

Daniel, thank you for the beautiful comment, blessings ~