Constance La France Poet Rhyme

Where My Writing Moans

 
Dearest sister, if you are reading this-   I have passed on,
will you please have my name and "a poet" engraved upon;
      the stone that marks my decaying bones,
              where my writing ever moans . . . 

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April 21, 2019


Poetry/Rhyme/Where My Poetry Moans
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All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.

Excerpt from my poem, Muse, A Sweet Bird Flown

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Caren Krutsinger April 23, 2019 at 4:50 PM Wise choice indeed, a happy choice. Constance La France April 24, 2019 at 8:11 AM Caren, thanks for visiting my poem !

Panagiota Romios April 23, 2019 at 4:02 PM I agree with your idea, like..totally! Panagiota Constance La France April 24, 2019 at 8:12 AM Panagiota, thanks for the comment, I was going to use this in Greg's contest, then I realized the original was written for and placed in one of his contests !

David Mchattie April 21, 2019 at 9:48 AM We all want to live on after we pass. If my descendants read some of my poetry after I'm gone, that would be so cool. Have a great day my friend. Constance La France April 21, 2019 at 6:28 PM David, thanks for visiting, one hopes our words will be still read after we have flown away ~