Treasure Island

Hazel Durham


The Midnight Hour


Daytime blues, waiting for the beguiling midnight hour,
The clock strikes twelve, my mind floats free above,
On an old rustic dream boat,
Sailing with a south-west wind, blowing on the wide blue ocean,
Plenty of time, for plenty of notions,
Reaching inwardly to the past, searching for that elusive magic potion,
Like a silky cream lotion, caressing my warm tingling body,
Music plays from my cherry red lips,
Like the sound of the haunting tune of the flute,
Your face appears before me, so endearingly cute,
My eyes hunt for your inner mysterious persona,
Sensations, celebrations, my first love,
With passions reaching so high above,
If only I had been wise then, played the game differently,
I wonder would you have loved me too,
The surprise is I still long for my sweet song,
Melody without melancholy,
Truth without your cunning,
A price to be paid,
To high for mixed up me,
The midnight hour has turned wickedly sour,
I long for the enchantment,
I long for me.

Submitted: Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, November 13, 2012

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Memories of my first love, in a time and place, that was so special to me!

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  • Ramesh Rai (3/22/2014 8:46:00 AM)

    your every write is not to criticise or seek any comment but realse after which a long breath is needed to take. reading of your poem means to set the soul free n let it fly breaking all shores of life.
    The surprise is I still long for my
    sweet song,
    Melody without melancholy,
    Truth without your cunning,
    A price to be paid,
    To high for mixed up me,
    The midnight hour has turned
    wickedly sour,
    I long for the enchantment,
    I long for me. (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (3/22/2014 8:42:00 AM)

    your every write is not to criticise or seek any comment but realse after which a long breath is needed to take. reading of your poem means to set the soul free n let it fly breaking all shores of life.
    The surprise is I still long for my
    sweet song,
    Melody without melancholy,
    Truth without your cunning,
    A price to be paid,
    To high for mixed up me,
    The midnight hour has turned
    wickedly sour,
    I long for the enchantment,
    I long for me. (Report) Reply

  • Dawn Lambert (1/4/2013 10:42:00 AM)

    very beautiful written and as I say about most poems.... you have truly made me speechless. (Report) Reply

  • Sayeed Abubakar (12/31/2012 2:07:00 AM)

    What a poem! Your style is very new. Rhymes between gap. Sailing with a south-west wind, blowing on the wide blue ocean, /Plenty of time, for plenty of notions, /
    Reaching inwardly to the past, searching for that elusive magic potion, . Well done, Hazel. You poem is like you. (Report) Reply

  • Sandy Player (12/24/2012 4:16:00 PM)

    So obvious really, the way you've expressed this; we're kicking ourselves for not thinking of this and that on every line. Great stuff! (Report) Reply

  • Kanav Justa (12/11/2012 5:36:00 AM)

    We all have memories.. and you expressed in a way that everyone cant... you are amazing.. (Report) Reply

  • Owain Glyn (12/5/2012 12:00:00 PM)

    Do we always feel that what we have lost is better than what we have? well expressed. (Report) Reply

  • Mehrdad Sh. (11/21/2012 3:52:00 AM)

    Hi. Awesome! but I can see a tragic shift of attitude from ethereal optimism to an earth bound cynicism. Poetry moves through our lives or simply we live poetry? ? ? (Report) Reply

  • S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (11/17/2012 7:37:00 AM)

    Aha bittersweet memories. I so lovd how u rhymd cute n flute. So nice to read u again. N dis was fabulous real life fantasia. (Report) Reply

  • Vipins Puthooran (11/16/2012 4:27:00 PM)

    'twas a great reading....really a beautiful poem....
    I was flowing throu' your words....
    Such a wonderful poetry...
    Memories ne'er die as long as we've love
    Top marksss! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Jahan Zeb (11/15/2012 6:41:00 AM)

    If only I had been wise then, played the game differently,
    I wonder would you have loved me too,


    Great Hazel. (Report) Reply

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