Time Zone Poem by Hazel Durham
Time Zone
He watches the light of the dawn,
Sweeping in with his fertile imagination,
Catching his talk with the fire of elation,
A master of creativity in stories embroidered
With humorous portraits,
He dangles with relish his succulent bait,
Of drama supreme,
With an encore every day,
Like living an earth driven dream.
Striding across his boggy land,
Riding out his horse surveying the pastures velvet, green,
In his mind music erupts, from a traditional Irish band,
He conquers his demons with dedication,
The man has accepted his weakness,
In full knowledge he is a bright star,
In his lovely Leitrim exposing his inner reflections,
In a county embracing all his challenges to beat,
His heart is at peace of been fully grounded on poor soil,
He flourishes in his daily toil, without any turmoil,
He centres his personality away from his birth city,
With his wisdom of knowing at last he has found home,
Where the empty void is blown away with the westerly wind,
He is now comfortable in his own time zone,
Of living is a gift of forgiving, with his family around him,
His spirit can never be quenced, as he is now never alone.
I love the images used in the poem about his beloved partner
'With his wisdom of knowing at last he has found home, Where the empty void is blown away with the westerly wind, ' Well said. Home is where the heart is.
overall a supreme expression. last line is soul stirring much befitting for me. whenever i m alone i feel poets over the world are around as you are now with me n talking with my emotions. your time zone must b reflecting to your past when you'd be thinking how to write poem n me too. but now we both may be thinking to express the supreme height where life evaluates for heavenly pleasures.Hazel my friend you are so good that so each n every words sprouts from your heart as gem of life. thank you so much. l like to share this write. thank you thank you.
A tender and touching composition that is both refreshing and rich! Well done my friend!
He is now comfortable in his own time zone, Of living is a gift of forgiving, with his family around him, His spirit can never be quenced, as he is now never alone. Instead of living in others' time zone if we learn to live in our time zone definitely we shall be comfortable............10
I love an Irish band myself. When abroad we always seek out an Irish pub. Great fun.
very powerful.. well written. a great poem.. thought provoking and well crafted... how are you my muse poet.. best wishes.. musfiq
A great poem, a spirit is never alone with family around, it just sometimes takes time to realize.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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With his wisdom of knowing at last he has found home. What a beautiful line. I am in awe of your ability to tell a story with your words.I give it a ten.