Constance La France Poet Verse

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'the Dream Still Lingers'

I meander past a rippling stream,
     my hair blowing in the wild wind;
was that my name being called, softly?

Did it sigh in the tangled trees above,
     I twirl and swirl to only bird songs;
my name is but an echo, fading.

Mother where are you, mother?
     Wait, wait, I am coming, wait for me;
but only silence sighs, whispering.

I wake suddenly in my hospital bed,
     lost in a sea of pain drifting;
gasping and struggling, still breathing.
                            
I was lost in a vivid dream,
     where I was searching and seeking;
then, I find myself back in life, moaning. 


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July 22, 2012


Poetry/Verse/'The Dream Still Lingers'
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1185-401-01
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Written after a near death experience.

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Line Gauthier January 25, 2021 at 5:57 PM You bring this to life in vivid imagery ~ what an awesome surreal experience. Glad it was featured in the 2020 PS Anthology, Constance ~ Constance La France January 26, 2021 at 8:07 AM Line, thank you so much for visiting my poem and commenting, appreciate _Constance

Debra Squyres October 1, 2019 at 3:01 PM As traumatic as this sounds it looses its sting with its beautiful phrasing. Best of luck in the contest. Constance La France October 1, 2019 at 7:43 PM Debra, it was a life changing experience that set me on a better path, thanks for visiting and commenting !