Constance La France Poet Verse

On a High Cliff

                      I stand on a high cliff,
my long raven hair is blowing in the wild wind
and my dress of red presses to the curves of my body.
A green ribbon from my hair is sailing away over the ocean,
but I am anchored to this place -
I carry a heavy, dragging weight that is an immense
burden in my life, how I wish that I could break the chains
that hold me and like my green ribbon sail away over the
ocean, that I could be like a bird drifting over blue waves;
Oh, I would like to explore the world on a sailing ship-
upon the deep blue with no shores in sight,
that would be so lovely to see the white billowing sails.
I wish and dream to be ruled by the winds that blow,
                      not the heavy burdens of life.

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November 28, 2016


Poetry/Verse/On A High Cliff
Copyright Protected, ID 16-853-641-02
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Submitted to Contest 243
sponsor, Brian Strand

Fourth Place

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Robert Lindley December 24, 2016 at 9:50 AM ""I wish and dream to be ruled by the winds that blow, not the heavy burdens of life."" This poem is a gem and expresses the desires so many seek when facing the harshness of this cold, dark world ! MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU AND YOURS!

Andrea Dietrich December 4, 2016 at 3:59 PM wow, love the metaphor of the flowing ribbon to show freedom. We all want that, dear. FAVE and big congrats.

Charlie Smith December 2, 2016 at 3:32 PM A most poignant piece Constance. Congratulations on your placement...

Sunlite Wanter November 28, 2016 at 7:12 PM Such honest longing. I understand it. I wish I could put it to poetry as you do.

Heidi Sands November 28, 2016 at 6:05 PM Hi. I can identify with 'burdens' completely and the thoughts of freedom, as you describe. Very well done.

Jan Allison November 28, 2016 at 5:58 PM Only you can break the chains that bind you my friend... maybe not now but in the future it will happen:-) hugs jan xx

Chris Green November 28, 2016 at 5:41 PM This feels so agonizing and desperate my friend but those chains may someday be broken, setting you free to go after your dreams. In fact, I'm sure that will happen. Your beautiful but sad poem tells me there is an inner desire that will win out.