Constance La France Poet Rhyme

That Wild Flickering Flame

Beating drums always murmur inside my heart it seems,
and I write of my aboriginal ancestors found in dreams;
oh, the reality of dream and reality in life are thin seams.
And though my life has been a ravaged garden of weeping,
of grief and loss that never seems to stop creeping;
it is into my poetry always and forever be seeping.
The love of nature is where I find my tranquil peace,
among green beauty my utter pain I release;
even with a winter blanket my roaming does not cease.
And I have found a group of people exactly the same,
like me, within their souls there is a wild flickering flame;
and we care not if our words ever bring us fame.

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February 19, 2019


Poetry/Rhyme/The Flickering Flame
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1116-268-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Submitted to the contest, February Wk 4, Standard
sponsor, Brian Strand

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Andrew Fairchild February 19, 2019 at 8:46 PM One day, your words will bring you fame, if you wish it. Already, all these poets on the Soup know about you, and everybody loves your work because it always comes straight from the heart. Constance La France February 20, 2019 at 5:28 PM Andrew, that is a wonderful compliment and comment, thank you ~

Connie Marcum Wong February 19, 2019 at 7:46 PM So beautifully expressed Constance. It helps to have others around who understand. Lovely! xxoo Constance La France February 20, 2019 at 5:28 PM Connie, that is what is so wonderful about PS, we are a group of like minded people and poets ~

Bobby May February 19, 2019 at 11:57 AM WOW!! Constance La France February 20, 2019 at 5:29 PM Bobby, thank you !