Constance La France Poet Free verse

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Simple Mutterings- the Hill Is Too High

life can be hard
it can slap a person down
suck out all hope(yes I 
should say me)

until I feel so small
and insignificant
my thinking con-
fused
and swirling

I just want to escape to tranquility
to quiet and deep
silence with no reason to speak
          alone
            just me
              dwelling with my poetry

sometimes the stru-
ggle is just too much and I am weary
the hill is too high

          the answer
            unknown to me
               so maybe I will do nothing 

that's what my father used to say to me
   "when you don't know what to do 
                                        do nothing"

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January 23, 2018


Poetry/Free Verse/Simple Mutterings/the hill is too high
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Viv Wigley January 25, 2018 at 2:18 AM ...and doing nothing is doing something, problem solved. I used to smile when the task manager on my Pc said that the 'idle' process was running at 99%.... reminded me of the song 'Busy doing nothing' by Bing Crosby. A nice piece, Constance, escape into silence is an important but rare commodity nowadays. Recharge your batteries. Viv x Constance La France January 25, 2018 at 11:11 AM Viv, thank you, I seem to be a person who needs lots of quiet time, I am a thinker and I need to dwell and ponder things for awhile, and as we know writing can be a great tool for releasing feelings and in silence doing nothing is not such a bad place to be !

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart January 24, 2018 at 11:28 PM This one lingers on the soul xo Constance La France January 25, 2018 at 11:14 AM Maureen, thank you. Some when reading this poem may think I have given up hope, but my soul just needs to rest, yes my words do tend to linger with those who understand !

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton January 24, 2018 at 9:03 PM What did your mother used to say? Your writing is beautiful, deep, sometimes dark, but that's good, sometimes light. What's important is what your heart says...listen to yourself, close all the other noise out. Constance La France January 25, 2018 at 11:20 AM Leanne, thank you. My mother was a good listener, when I would come to her with my sad woes looking for answers she would say to me, you know the answer! And I would look at her with tears and then, it would come to me, I always knew the answer before I even started talking.

Probir Gupta January 24, 2018 at 8:16 AM If it is not personal, fair enough ... a very poetic piece ... if personal, I must say that you have done many a thing ... and continue to do so ... be that as it may, you have done this one too very nicely ... Constance La France January 25, 2018 at 11:24 AM Probir, thank you. This is very personal, there are days when that hill I am climbing is a mountain high and I need to stop and rest, I am planning a new collection of poems called Simple Mutterings in addition to my Dream Poetry Collection and of course then there are all the other poems I have