Hazel Durham


Butterfly Dance


She drift's around without luggage, living off a blank page
Without family, finding a time to bloom,
Raising her face to the sun,
As it embraces her desire to have fun,
In it's warm rays like her cherry topped days,
Her wild flower grows with a sweet scent,
Of her forgiving ways.



Beauty sit's easily on her strong shoulders,
Relishing the here and now, without having any lair,
As she sweeps poverty away,
Like the reason to capture every season,
Squeezing evey ounce of goodness out of it's bounty,
Her jeans faded and jaded,
She searches for happiness within and invades.




Love is her reality of living,
In her cocoon of giving,
Kisses, hugs and merry times,
Night falls as nursery ryhmes calls,
As the wind howls it's enchanting language,
With the groans of the branches of the old oak tree.



This child/woman has found the secret code to be free,
Love, a vintage lace swirling around her childlike face,
Immersed in nature's verse,
Of plenty of soul, as she knows eventually she will grow old,
In her world that revolves around loving.



Like the sun in it's prime with the promise of golden sublime,
Like the moon with its sultry gift,
Like the sea water of magnitude,
With it's character of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde,
In the constant of the incoming tide,
Like the skies blue, grey, orange streaked in the colours of romance,
Nature's abundance caught with her attitude,
To always take a chance.



As she thrives as an artist of deep emotions,
Set free in flight as she finds the eternal light,
Of the freedom of another day paved in smiles,
Along the many country miles,
With her choice to rejoice,
In every star filled night,
With the twinkle in her eyes ever so bright.



In her captivating trance,
Of her everyday butterfly dance.

Submitted: Sunday, December 22, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 23, 2013

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To find our inner sense of freedom, to dance and rejoice that is our choice!

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  • Rookie - 66 Points Yash Shinde (4/2/2014 9:51:00 AM)

    ....tis piece is so beautifully composed............cant help commenting on it! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,804 Points Amitava Sur (2/25/2014 9:26:00 PM)

    It's a lovely penning. The real freedom lies in the sense of realization and the beauty is with the soul. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 1 Points Saleem Tharani (2/20/2014 4:33:00 AM)

    enjoyed thoroughly and no soone had done reading missed living that ways, thanks to my life's odds.
    yet thanks to you for now i feel good hope that i will be able unfold the art of me dancing. I would be glad to turn one like your butterfly.... Thank you. lots of love...to you. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 104 Points Rubab Atwal (1/8/2014 4:21:00 AM)

    a very beautiful poem, its true our real happiness lies in our inner sense but we don't realize that..an amazing write.. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,836 Points Geetha Jayakumar (12/25/2013 10:53:00 AM)

    Our real happiness lies in our inner sense, but many times we search for happiness outside. Our joy lies within and really it will make us dance with joy. Poem filled with positivity. Beautiful flow of ink from your pen. Loved it. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,196 Points Dinesh Nair (12/24/2013 7:06:00 AM)

    Each butterfly represents a human mind in ecstasy and let us all take care of it... Hazel, I repeat your short course in poetry has started showing its impact on you here because the ultimate improvement in the rendering style has to be considered. Here I give my / your 10 marks (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,196 Points Paul Brookes (12/24/2013 3:01:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem full and rich of the beautiful free of a butterfly girl Loved it Thanks for shring BB: O) (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 7,404 Points Valsa George (12/23/2013 10:34:00 PM)

    It is not in riches or heaps of material possessions that joy abides! Real joy lies in the sense of inner freedom augmented by love of nature and all creation and as she is blessed with this, she can dance the butterfly dance! !

    Beautiful diction and deep thoughts! ! (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,252 Points Valerie Dohren (12/23/2013 5:07:00 PM)

    No matter what binds us externally, no-one can take away our inner sense of freedom. A lovely imaginative write. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,635 Points Lyn Paul (12/23/2013 6:44:00 AM)

    Hello Hazel, I read tis in my lunch break today with interruptions I have read again 6 hours have past and find pure beauty in these words. Absolutely magical. So good I will print it and put it in a frame. There is such a beautiful flow of incredible words. Thank you and CHEERS (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 7,664 Points Ramesh Rai (12/22/2013 1:19:00 PM)

    A nostalgic feelings to sublime pains n pleasures for delicacy of life. it is the especiality of her every write to express through soft corner of soul n give them a proper destination. Her wild flower has grown up with sweet scent, the fragrance of which can not be denied. Tides of her high emotions break the bank but eventually irrigate the field where seeds of love n peace sprout.Thank you so much n regards. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 7,664 Points John Dowdall (12/22/2013 1:10:00 PM)

    The chide of existence said all other creatures we know of do not morph but you. So fear little girl and die in the margins without comment -for we can't define our experience by you- accept you and our order will be ostrogoth- ed. Thanks for your kind comments. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 931 Points Kanav Justa (12/22/2013 9:59:00 AM)

    Like the sun in it's prime with the promise of golden sublime,
    Like the moon with its sultry gift,
    Like the sea water of magnitude

    wonderful poem, , , (Report) Reply

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