My Roots Are Deep
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I
am
slipping
into a dream,
I am in a forest
of trees so beautiful
and I see myself a tree,
my roots deep in the earth
my branches raised to the sun.
I am strength and I am courage.
A river flows past me like a stream
of glass. I am tranquility and serenity.
The winds are whistling through my weeping
leaves like a violin crying and echoing in the forest.
I gave
to life
all the
soul I
had in me, all the tears, trembling, throbbing- and all the pain fell
as Autumn leaves. My pain drifted away in red, and orange decay
I rested under the sun and placed on a cloak of pure white beauty,
then in the Spring I put on an emerald gown so pretty and lovely.
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January 25, 2017
Poetry/Shape/My Roots Are Deep
Copyright Protected, ID 01-868-807-25
All Rights Reserved, 2017, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest ,Show Me Your Shape Contest
sponsor, Anthony Slausen, Judged 2017
Third Place
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Submitted to the Standard Contest, But Seriously Contest
sponsor, John Lawless, Judged
First Place
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Submitted to the Standard contest, A Strand (1053)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/17/2022
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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