Echoes Poem by Hazel Durham

Echoes

Rating: 4.5


Echoes of empty houses, empty rooms,
Empty caravans, empty tables, empty stables,
The extreme void of their high spirited appeal,
Eventually we all have to leave,
Life is a thief of happiness, peace and love,
The fluttering of an innocent white dove,
My two dear friends, a long time up above,
In their celestial palace,
Surrounded by God's unconditional, never-ending love,
Snatched from the middle rung,
No time for the end of the ballad to be sung.

Amongst chapters of hard graft, on a primitive raft,
Heading for the turbulent rapids,
Love sent in a package, with possible breakage,
Strings attached, we all just matched,
Never saw any need to be patched,
Abundance of a feast, glorious with no defeat,
Repeat of our spinning world,
Sometimes winning, when everything rhymed,
Races at different paces,
Two beautiful faces, fading with the lullaby,
A sigh like the wind whistling,
Through the knarled branches of an old oak tree.

They are free immersed with fun, days of sun,
With character rich, steeped in zest,
That is their legacy,
The weeping willow stands forlorn, as we still mourn,
For the loss of two captivating souls,
Soaked in the sweet scent of forget-me not's,
Amongst the saints, angels, sound of holy bells,
Reverberating across this green isle,
An oasis in our heart's thirsty desert sand.

Band, land, musical, whimsical,
Passion, fashion, with a bright red sash,
Red for danger, like a lone ranger without ammunition,
Red for sensation, striving for ambition,
Life lived fast,
All that is left is the haunting echoes of their splendid past.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I made the most wonderful friends in a racing stable I worked in when I was twenty. We had the best of times, then years later our friend a really great character, he was stable jockey there tragically got motor neurone disease and passed away. A few years after that my beautiful best friend got a brain haemorrhage and passed away. They were both only in their mid thirties. This is a tribute to their amazing zest, friendship and a very special time when we laughed our way through every day! R.I.P.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kanav Justa 07 December 2012

very beautifully written, , , ,

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Indranil Bhaduri 03 December 2012

Madam, I'm speechless. Don't have any words to express...Just beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing this great piece.

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Jahan Zeb 04 December 2012

Life is a thief of happiness, peace and love, ............ Very nice.... O life! Races at different paces, ......... I will take this line as people moving towards the end of life. Anyone can be the winner. No guarantee. Soaked in the sweet scent of forget-me not's, .... Brilliant Hazel. And then the splendid rhythm of the last part of your poem. I loved the words and Alliteration in the poem. A sad poem sending great message to your friends. Yes Hazel care for you, she remembers you and she misses you. Wonderful

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Rumi Roy 05 December 2012

A very deep thought worked on your mind while you wrote this. Magnificent.

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Wulan Permata Puri 12 December 2012

I don't know what can i say It's pretty, Hazel I love it The one of my favourite

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Mizzy ........ 18 September 2016

A really beautiful dedication Hazel.....it contains all the grief of loss but also the appreciation of life and friendship.......all of which make us better people. I read this a few times.....very moving piece indeed! 10.

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Akhtar Jawad 14 March 2015

Leaving behind sweet memories the friends may go but the friendship is immortal, its colors and aroma appears through out our lives in all our good deeds, may be a beautiful poetry like this or in any other flower that spring through our loving clay...............10

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 16 October 2014

I always think and hope not only me as Ramesh Rai commented..I am agree...but yet to know..Why? ..may soul rest in peace

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Ramesh Rai 07 May 2014

Good people are always loved by God that so their life is short on this earth. May their soul rest in heavenly abode. A tribute from a sincere and bossom friend can never b denied.

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Geetha Jayakumar 23 August 2013

Lovely tribute to the friends, whose memories are alive in you...Beautiful poem.. Loved reading it.

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