Constance La France Poet Free verse

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Stepping Through Time

Flying In The Sky 

And I am slipping into a dream and floating away,
I hear the beat of throbbing music;
and I see deep blue ocean waves,
mist is swelling all around me and I wander lost.
Then-  I see a tall man,
                     he is swaying to the music;
his white shirt is billowing untamed,
eyes closed he reaches out for me.
                      And we are spinning,
                      arms outstretched;
I feel like we are flying in the sky,
oh, he is an illusionist, bending and gliding.
I love his dancers body,
He is watching me and smiles as I twirl;
I easily mimic his complicated dance steps,
and I can see he appreciates my perfection.
The mist swirls with the sweetness of oceans,
                       I am detached from reality;
and I never want to leave but he is fading,
and I am overcome with grief . . .   

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January 30, 2017

Poetry/Free Verse/Stepping Through Time
Copyright Protected, ID 17-871-250-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written Under Pseudonym. 


Submitted to the contest, Screwed XV I
Sponsor, Rob Carmack 

Ninth Place 
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Written for the contest, Stepping Through Time
sponsor, Kim  Rodrigues

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Andrea Dietrich March 10, 2017 at 8:48 PM This is really nice, Constance. To imagine the way he is spinning with you. Eyes closed, billowing. I love that! Glad you got to be on the winner list this time. My poem about Abe Lincoln never made it on this particular list either! Who was YOUR man? Tell me in a Soupie!!

Mark Martin March 9, 2017 at 11:39 AM There's always another dream. Great poetry BW! :-)

James Inman March 9, 2017 at 7:06 AM Would we recognize it as bliss if it remained forever? A beautiful poem BW.

Mark Peterson January 31, 2017 at 8:19 PM Alas, mist is never a friend of romance, a fact you considered well in this lovely little poem: tender and nostalgic. I enjoyed it.

Wendy Rycroft January 31, 2017 at 4:14 PM Great poem dancing through time x

White Wolf January 30, 2017 at 6:01 PM Hahaha, Ok, you're a character!