Hazel Durham

Flowers Do Eventually Wilt - Poem by Hazel Durham

Flowers do eventually wilt.
She perches her red hat at a sassy tilt,
Her skin is rose petal soft,
As she lives in a damp, one bedroom loft,

With her beloved fading rugs and coloured candles,
She moves like a dancer, in her openwork sandals,
Her flame red hair, hangs long and loose,
She often misses Mildred her pet goose,

On her stepfather's farm,
He hasn't a ounce of charm,
With his watery, steel, grey eyes,
Piercing glances that causes so much harm,

His darkness and cleverness is like a wily fox,
At times erupting like an evil Jack in the box,
With his thunder and lightning,
She run's away from the fear of all the fighting,

He made them pay, as he was their master,
Which made her run to the city even faster.
Now in her twenties, with her senses so alive, each day,
As she admires the view over Dublin bay,

She is blooming in a beautiful way,
Freedom is these city streets,
Where she finds no defeat,
With people glancing at her fresh face,

Lit from within by a blazing sun,
As she walks at her own dancing pace,
Love is the reason she lives to chase,
A man of talent and wealth,

To give her comfort,
To embrace his warmth, in some exotic port
As she perches her red hat at a sassy tilt,
Because flowers do eventually wilt.

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Comments about Flowers Do Eventually Wilt by Hazel Durham

  • Gold Star - 17,781 Points Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (10/17/2014 12:15:00 AM)

    A captive soft soul bereft of sunshine longs for spring to bloom eventually though flowers do eventually wilt.......
    such an amazing piece loaded with emotions sweet and sour........great write (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 2,578 Points Achill Lad (10/15/2014 3:49:00 PM)

    This story may have come from your imagination, but i suspect there's an element of truth here. You have written, here, a tale that has been played out, in real life, many times over. I think you either know this lady, or know of her.
    This tragic story has, unfortunately, happened all too often in Ireland's chequered history. A sad but important memory, that we should not forget. Extremely well penned, Hazel. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,776 Points Naida Nepascua Supnet (8/14/2014 3:34:00 AM)

    i enjoy every verse as it unfolds a fine story
    what else is new?
    Its Hazel Durham (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 18,563 Points Lyn Paul (8/11/2014 5:50:00 PM)

    You are such a beautiful storyteller Hazel. Love the title. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 9,262 Points Geetha Jayakumar (8/9/2014 10:18:00 AM)

    Fantastic poem. Loved reading it. Very beautiful way you have sketch a great imagery of a girl, the red hat and its sassy tilt. From the clutches of her step father, she lives in small nest, in search of her love. let's hope she get the man as she dreamt of.........Beautiful. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 4,731 Points Valerie Dohren (8/5/2014 4:10:00 PM)

    Interesting story, and love the red hat and its sassy tilt. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 19,821 Points Ramesh Rai (8/5/2014 11:49:00 AM)

    You have sketched a great imagery picture on the canvas of nature where flowers are quite distinguished with all objects exhilarating natural phenomenon of life in a very peaceful n delightful manner albeit she has to undergo all circumstances of life. A beautiful n superb write. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 6,721 Points Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (7/31/2014 2:25:00 PM)

    Running over with realism and rich in the rabid reality of life. Well done my friend. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 6,721 Points Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (7/31/2014 2:25:00 PM)

    Running over with realism and rich in the rabid reality of life. Well done my friend. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 45,961 Points Valsa George (7/31/2014 7:20:00 AM)

    From the claws of her tyranneous father, the little birdie has flown into the boundless sky....... With sundown she comes back to her little nest where she weaves the dreams of a sweet mate flying from far to seek her warmth and give her comfort!
    With her colourful plummage, she is sure to attract many bird watchers!

    Let the girl get a man of talent and worth! Excellent (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,128 Points Dave Walker (7/29/2014 5:27:00 PM)

    A great poem, freedom is what life is about, she will find her shining knight. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 19,389 Points Amitava Sur (7/29/2014 1:12:00 AM)

    very nice poem where she is in search of her love and peace. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 18,967 Points Mr. Agape (7/28/2014 4:09:00 PM)

    WOW, that sassy tilt! ! !

    I LOVE THIS POEM! ! ! !

    You won the World Cup here, dear! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 28, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 29, 2014

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