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Weeping In the Clutter

A clutter of wood and dust and cobwebs in a sun dappled shed where tools on hooks wait and tin cans with nails and jars with screws sit in rows oh, for hours I linger there with the dust that floats and I weep for father ______________________ September 1, 2020 Poetry/Free Verse/Weeping in the Clutter Copyright Protected, ID 20-1282-716-03 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France Written for the contest, Your Choice sponsor, Brian Strand Honorable Mention

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Paula Goldsmith

Date: 9/2/2020 10:42:00 AM

Congratulations on your win. When I read about your tools, cans and jars, thoughts went to my dad. Your last line, "and I weep for father," said it all. I still miss him. Enjoy your wonderful day and win...........

Sigrid Ermine

Date: 9/1/2020 8:07:00 PM

The gold dust carries his presence. A very touching poem, sad, heartwrenching.

Constance La France
Date: 9/2/2020 8:57:00 AM

Sigrid, thanks so much for the comment, appreciate _Constance

Greg Gaul

Date: 9/1/2020 6:04:00 PM

Love the last line Constance as it basks so brightly in your strong imagery of these poignant moments you write so masterfully about. A fine bit of poetry indeed.

Constance La France
Date: 9/1/2020 7:23:00 PM

Greg, thanks so much for visiting my poetry and for the compliment, appreciate _Constance

Regina Mcintosh

Date: 9/1/2020 11:01:00 AM

Wow. Constance. This is incredible. I just love it. WOW... Love and prayers, Gina

Constance La France
Date: 9/1/2020 5:35:00 PM

Gina, thanks so much for visiting my poem and for the compliment _Constance