Constance La France Poet Verse

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The Steam Train

And in my dream-
          I am on a train curving through the wilderness,
steam billows into the sky from the black engine,
     and the train is rocking back and forth . . .
  It is so soothing-  until I realize I am alone and have no control
          to get off, to stop the train and I have no destination!
Oh, we must always have a destination-
       we cannot just go charging into the unknown.
  I am just hurtling forward, and
             this dream has become a nightmare . . . 

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April 24, 2016


Poetry/Verse/The Steam Train
Copyright Protected, ID 16-855-216-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Submitted to Contest 245,
sponsor, Brian Strand

Fifth Place

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Deborah Burch December 6, 2016 at 8:56 PM Congrats on your win in Brian's contest!!! Well Done! Big Hugggs. Cap'n Deb

Len Gasun December 4, 2016 at 11:39 PM We must have a specific destination in our life; otherwise, we'll be derailed. Great metaphor and excellent poem my dear friend, Constance. A 7+ and fave. Have a great new week! Good luck always! Hugs! love, Galeo Constance La France December 5, 2016 at 2:18 PM Galeo, I always say I live for the day, but still we must have some idea where we are going, thanks for the 7 and the fave, appreciate ~

Duke Beaufort December 4, 2016 at 7:05 PM there is a misspelling. "I always think"--at least I hope so. Your poetry is elegant, true, beautiful and a gift to me. So, this is part of your destination and purpose. Thank-you so much for what you have shared. Constance La France December 5, 2016 at 2:22 PM Duke, thanks for the compliments, I appreciate your forever support so much ~

Duke Beaufort December 4, 2016 at 7:03 PM Constance, this is a very interesting metaphor. I always thing of being in fog and hoping that it will lift, but this is has more of an intense feeling of urgency. I am hopeful you can go with the flow. Sometimes we do not have control over where we are going or cannot deal with it and are lost. That is tough to live with for a long time. Every day is an opportunity to do something for another person or something for this world. I know you have it in your heart--your poetry is a gift. Constance La France December 5, 2016 at 2:21 PM Duke, yes living with no destination is like living in a fog also, we must have a purpose, yes giving of myself to others and to the world makes me so good inside ~