Constance La France Poet Free verse

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The Weathered Door

I stand-
gazing     at the weathered    door-
beautiful    the knob is old brass

foliage   dark    and green
protects it

an assemblage of butterflies
lilt and move musically all about
fluttering and it's
lovely

at the weathered door beautiful

and I look behind me at the whispering
foliage    dark    and green
a labyrinthine of twisting memories
        a long path        strewn with tears

woebegone and sorrowful is my journey
as I
gaze
     at the weathered
           door-
                beautiful

and the knob of old brass    beckoning
from
foliage
dark
and green
     that protects

and I
step forward      to open 
but tangled vines
cling to me-
around my legs and arms
holding me       back

and butterflies
lilt and flutter    musically
a beautiful assemblage    encouraging

and the past
is whispering    and hissing
surreptitious
of a manuscript written
where I languor      listlessly and weary 

oh the murmuring memories
that hold me       locked in the past

my journey to the door      a struggle 
but oh I love them     the memories
each one

weeping     I must break free    of the tangled vines
of the past     so I take each beautiful
tendril off                    each clinging vine
and lay them gently on the ground
with a kiss

and step forward    frightened and quivering 
placing my hand on       the old brass knob
and
     I open that door
the weathered door beautiful

protected by
foliage     dark    and green
and step through

that assemblage of butterflies
flutter musically through the opening      to
a lush and green sumptuous    beginning

and I follow
them 
      into a future
         mellifluous

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June 18, 2015


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Written for the contest, ...And then I opened THAT door.
sponsor, John Lawless

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John Lawless June 26, 2015 at 9:13 AM Dear Broken Wings, What an absolutely beautiful poem...I just loved every line! Congratulations on your win... Angie (John's wife)

L. J. Carber June 26, 2015 at 8:15 AM A beautifully executed metaphor-- like the best, it draws one in, deeper and deeper-- i loved it--len carber

Skat A June 25, 2015 at 11:16 PM Hi Broken, this is a wonderful win. WUV **SKAT**

Poet Destroyer A June 25, 2015 at 10:41 PM Broken, congratulations on your win. Always & Forever ~LINDA~

Viv Wigley June 25, 2015 at 9:55 PM Please, Miss- can I have a mellifluous future, too? Lovely verse, and a worthy win, BW. Jolly well done, young Lady. Viv x

Andrea Dietrich June 25, 2015 at 9:00 PM OH MY GOSH this is a rare beauty indeed, Constance. VERY VERY good!!! Superb! And congrats.

Edward Ebbs June 25, 2015 at 8:46 PM Wow, great job, congrats!

John Lawless June 25, 2015 at 7:45 PM ...foliage dark and green that protects.... YOU WIN THE DOOR PRIZE...GREAT JOB WITH THE POEM AND THE THEME. Thanks for participating in the contest.

Emile Pinet June 19, 2015 at 12:08 PM Wonderful imagery and depth to this piece. Your thoughts come alive and breathe within your words. An absolute delight to read with a mystical flowing cadence that welcomes the experience. Emile. #7

Thomas Caswell June 19, 2015 at 9:52 AM The weight and depth of this is amazing, and it sucks me into the story with rapture.. Well done,,, Cheers! KATTZCRADLE

Thomas Caswell June 19, 2015 at 9:51 AM This is enrapturing, and intriguing, sucks me into the body of the story!! Well Done with SOUL! :--) Cheers,,, KATTZCRADLE...

Nette Onclaud June 19, 2015 at 8:34 AM to use metaphors in such haunting, weaving manner to express your winding thoughts is so like you, constance... how beautiful!

Connie Marcum Wong June 19, 2015 at 2:03 AM BRILLIANT! Constance, this is one of your best. I was drawn in by the emotion felt within your lines, stepping into that beautiful future with hesitation, because often memories hold us up, but may also hold us back. You conveyed this brilliantly in your passionate and engaging poem. Brava my friend. I hope to see this at the top of the winner's list. It is simply beautiful! A fave for me. 7