''Write It My Dear, Write It''
When I was a little girl, I watched my sister die,
her blood soaking the pure white snow and I stopped talking;
It was grandma who broke the trance and told me to write,
write it my dear, write it, and she gave me a journal and pen.
And that was the beginning, I wrote my sorrow,
I wrote my pain, I wrote poems about my cat, about flowers;
Thus a poet was born and I never stopped, writing is my life,
without words I am lost in a sea of nothingness and darkness.
I write about my feelings, my experiences in life,
about death, a lot of my poems lead me to cemeteries and tombs;
Have you ever written in a cemetery? It is deep with tranquility,
so peaceful, it just makes you so inspired with the birds singing.
I often go to churches to write, the silence inspiring,
a veil of calmness comes over me and I let my mind just wander;
Some of my best poems were written in the dimness of churches,
and nature, oh sweet nature is endless with its inspiration.
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September 5, 2017
Poetry/Verse/"Write it my dear, write it"
Copyright Protected, ID 17-937-543-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, What Inspires You To Write Poetry
sponsor, Julie Rodeheaver
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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