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Hazel Durham


Golden


The long familiar walk up to her home,
A large foreboding farmhouse,
It's sash windows glinting like devils eyes,
She adjusts her gaze to the ever dependable sky,
Gasping for redemption, for her life that is a lie,
Solitude is bliss, like the warmth of a lovers kiss,



The driveway laced with tall trees, hedges and flowers,
Smouldering with nature's power,
Hope, glory refreshes her pale, drawn face,
With the tender touch of falling rain,
It cleanses her soul of sins, not yet committed,
Faults she has many, her history of mistakes, knitted.



She is ripped apart from inside out,
Frayed, faded, jaded,
Reflections in glass, gone is the lass,
Middle aged, she feels like a blank page, without a pen,
Without a thought,
In the early days, she had fought,
Now her eyes is without any spark,
Like a wingless lark.



Silence moves her spirit, that is her mark,
Eamon will be waiting in his suit, crisp, cool,
His opened mouth wide, dark like an icy pool,
Eamon's rage will swallow her up like an old fool,
She slows her pace, as she nears the glistening front door,
Her hands are trembling, as she says out loud,
'No more! '



Suddenly a golden beam shines from the heavens above,
The beauty of the lass appears,
Her skin softens, eyes gleam,
Her heart embraces this strange light,
Her prescence is a gift,
As her soul lifts.



She turns around and runs, runs,
Back to her glorious past,
A change is taking place,
She is back in the race,
God has found her and given her his holy strength,
To unbound her.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 02, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, January 02, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is a fictional story about an abusive and destructive marriage that has swallowed this woman's identity up she has to go back to her past to find herself!

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  • Gold Star - 18,721 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (8/6/2013 9:43:00 PM)

    God has found her and given her his holy strength, ... oh so nice....10

    god has found'
    and given good round
    she has her strength
    with religious wave length (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 10,460 Points Ramesh Rai (7/22/2013 11:37:00 PM)

    past is past. look for the future. beauty is before you. nature invites you to adjust with thee.
    Silence moves her spirit, that is her mark,
    Eamon will be waiting in his suit, crisp, cool,
    God has found her and given her his holy strength,
    To unbound her.
    an xlent emotional write. never stop. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 27 Points Jahan Zeb (1/5/2013 4:04:00 AM)

    the tender touch of falling rain, ............... Felt it Hazel.
    This is a beautiful piece. wonderful utilization of poetic license. You have got ability to write narrative poems.
    Keep it up. I loved the way you have used all the figures of speech. This is not a mere show of words but wonderful use of words that enhance the beauty of your poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 3 Points David Beckham (1/5/2013 1:23:00 AM)

    Your power of narration is quite outstanding. I thought the first stanza was awesome and then the 2nd got better than the first and the 3rd was better than both the 2nd and the first. You have done well. It is spell bounding.10/10 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 711 Points Sayeed Abubakar (1/3/2013 10:46:00 AM)

    Excellent.
    Many write poems but a few are poets. You are one one of them. Middle aged, she feels like a blank page, without a pen, /Without a thought, very touchy speech, personal but universal. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 618 Points Musfiq Us Shaleheen (1/2/2013 10:43:00 PM)

    very nice imagery.. excellent writing... my favorite part..
    Suddenly a golden beam shines from the heavens above,
    The beauty of the lass appears,
    Her skin softens, eyes gleam,
    Her heart embraces this strange light,
    Her prescence is a gift,
    As her soul lifts.

    -Shaleheen (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Kishor Pathak (1/2/2013 12:23:00 PM)

    Wow! That's all strikes my mind as i read your composition. First thing is the theme. Second is vocab, I had to sit with dictionary. Third is the way of presentation. I was able to see a gal moving from one place to the other in quest her lost identity. Hazel, I must admit that i took too many lessons out of this composition and i may use your lines in a modulated way sometime in my own compositions, if you don't. Must read cook up for all those who leap in line of writing (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Kishor Pathak (1/2/2013 12:15:00 PM)

    Wow! That's all come to my mind after reading this composition. First of all the theme is quite interesting. Second is vocab, i had to verify most of the words. Third is the way of presentation. As I read I was able to see a gal moving from one place to the other in quest of her lost identity. Simply superb..Hazel to be very hones I learned a lot from your composition. (Report) Reply

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