Constance La France Poet Verse

Oh, the Fluttering

In my thoughts poetic words are swirling,
tumbling and whirling like caged birds;
           trapped and reckless,
              oh, the fluttering !

I hold my pen and sad words drip, drip,
bleeding upon my new white page;
           oh, the weeping,
              oh, the fluttering !

The pages of my life are old and frayed,
past ornate gates voices call my name;
           the tombs are wet,
              oh, the fluttering !

    (of the caged birds in my head) 

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May 19, 2020


Poetry/Verse/Oh, This Fluttering
Copyright Protcted, ID 20-1253-301-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France


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sponsor, Brian Strand

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Aditi Mishra May 19, 2020 at 2:03 PM I can closely relate to those words caged inside fluttering to be free. Keep pouring them out beautifully :)

Marcus Lattimore May 19, 2020 at 12:49 PM Visually graphic. Amazing piece !

Arturo Michael May 19, 2020 at 12:32 PM let those caged birds fly...a truly free write it would be....