Constance La France Poet Verse

Visions Creeping

in the ocean of my sleep stars glow like fragile seeds
and I sail across the celestial tranquil black sky
where silence is hanging sublime
and I fall through this dark warm dream
my hair a flowing river
and I drift to beautiful places and green lush temples 
but my tranquility is soon hanging from branches
dripping in the grey woods of my mind
lost in a crowd of nameless faces
thick like trees in the woods at night
with eyes blank as statues
and a hundred whispers silent to my hearing 
just shadows swaying in the silence- swaying in rhythm 

O, it is a restless dream, endless
I want to shout-  stop, stop worshiping golden Gods
you are empty, alone and cold bone
but I am lost in the sounds of silence, a dream prisoner
lost in the whirling silence that surrounds me
and the stars are flashing, exploding, bursting, blazing
and my dream is falling to ashes
I wake to a dawn distant and dark
with echoes of silent thoughts
in my heart . . . 

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July 24, 2019


Poetry/Verse/Visions Creeping
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1226-898-02
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Submitted to the contest, Standard Select V
sponsor, Brian Strand

First Place

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Connie Marcum Wong February 20, 2020 at 5:34 PM Superbly written Constance. A deserving First Place win my friend! Congratulations! xxoo Constance La France February 22, 2020 at 6:52 PM Connie, thanks for the compliment and the congratulations _Constance

Jan Allison February 19, 2020 at 7:44 PM you write deep and dark so well Constance, not the type of dream I would want to have too often!:-) hugs Jan xx Constance La France February 22, 2020 at 6:53 PM Jan, thanks for visiting, oh yes, I am deep and dark in my poetry most of the time, but we both know I can write nature and funny when I want to _Constance