Constance La France Poet Verse

To Kill Beauty

                       He fell from the sky-  shot in his small heart,
   floating down to earth,
his soft beautiful feathers fluttering in the whirling  w i l d  wind,
      oh, he had soared in the lush forests and 
                                 above flowing streams-
   Now his fierce cry silent forever,
dead eyes look up at the sky and I ask-  w h y !  WHY!  W H Y !
                       What coward hid in the bushes to kill beauty?

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November 2, 2016

Poetry/Verse/To Kill Beauty
Copyright Protected, ID 16-845-409-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Submitted to the contest, Screwed XV,
sponsor, Rob Carmack

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Joanna Daniel November 6, 2016 at 8:54 AM True, has to be a coward, no answer for why? as long as the greed of man rules him:( you've brought out a beautiful truth here, Constance:)

Tatianna Leachet November 4, 2016 at 11:20 PM WHY?! Is correct! Good job, I really liked this poem :)

Andrea Dietrich November 3, 2016 at 8:33 PM I love this, Constance. I feel this way too upon seeing such acts of cruelty. You are a poet after my own heart!

James Inman November 3, 2016 at 1:41 PM The imagery in your write is sad yet beautiful. Just yesterday I watched as two Bald Eagles flew in there courtship dance around the boat I was driving at Disney. It was enthralling.

Maurice Yvonne November 3, 2016 at 8:33 AM What evil swells where hearts dwell. For some the Garden of Eden looks so different than what you and I would see. I think this poem talks volumes about life as we know it. I love this write.

Stephen Pennell November 3, 2016 at 5:04 AM yeah I believe malta the and countrys in the med consider small birds a delicacy and thousands are killed east year. why indeed broken wings

Frederic Parker November 2, 2016 at 6:11 PM Now his fierce cry silent allowed me to picture an eagle or a hawk..a very sad poem and I'm left with no answer to the question of why for there is no reason

Heidi Sands November 2, 2016 at 2:13 PM So very sad and powerfully written!

Steven Henderson November 2, 2016 at 12:09 PM Found a higher heavenly beauty cutie, off course. Peace and many blessings as well of course.

Chris Green November 2, 2016 at 12:02 PM Exactly. Loved this poem.