Hazel Durham

White dazzles my inner divide,
Black thrown in with my unruly side,
My parents wave me a lingering goodbye,
They have always nurtured my childlike soul,
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A smooth, round pebble thrown with joy into a Killarney lake,
Creates movement of dancing ripples that reflects the light of the day,
Like the film of their lives, beginning with the first take,
My mother's moist, brown eyes scattered with flecks of green,
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Lover of life, every man dreamt of you being his wife,
Long blond hair shimmering in the sunlight,
A golden face, forever smiling,
You held the reins of your destiny,
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Places, faces, friends or foe,
Life gathers as we sow,
Dreams scatter as harsh winds blow,
Lovers say their empty words then go,
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She drift's around without luggage, living off a blank page
Without family, finding a time to bloom,
Raising her face to the sun,
As it embraces her desire to have fun,
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Punchestown races a glorious extravaganza,
You had a flutter on Fuchsia Belle,
Tall white haired man, softest baby blue eyes,
Everything new and wondrous to you,
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He lives deep inside himself with burnt out emotions,
He can stll hear his piercing scream's,
When he had a bad fall from a horse in a race,
That ended all his dream's,
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Apprehension of the unknown,
In the atmosphere of bar room tension,
Men sitting on long stools, with no time for fools,
On the counter, pint glasses full and half full,
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The cold, parched pavement is like a warning sent
To her thought process to run, run away
Back to nature's dreams and the sweet melody of the birds singing each day,
She tries to be happy in this noisy, busy city overlooking the bay,
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Bluebells flaunting themselves from the undergrowth of the deep forest,
Cool, shady allure like their birth so pure,
As the trees flirt with the ever changing skies,
Truth flourishes here as nature never lies.
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My new, rustic kitchen table,
Swallows completely my turbulent state,
I feel calm like the ocean's near stillness,
As it holds its breath and waits
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Across this wide expanse
Of your parched emotional landscapes,
You have drawn your drapes,
Across your troubled waters that run so deep,
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Searching for the lost moments that are uplifting my emotions,
Like a shooting star, flashing so brightly,
Across the darkened skies,
Searching for the truth in the magnitude of lies,
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She remembers the cherry trees were in bloom when she met him,
Time rolls back,
In a humble cafe, drinking tea,
A man leans across and catches her arm,
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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,
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I listen to the breeze rustling the scattered autumn leaves,
I see the dappled clouds as they weave,
A pattern across the sulking skies,
I hear the birds sing and chatter without any lies,
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My soul is lost forever in a dense fog,
Swirling around in a vortex at the edge of an Irish bog.
The fallen tree has now been cut up into logs,
For my open fire, to give me warmth to dream of my desire,
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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
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I always used to look outside my bedroom window,
At the old lime tree,
Solid and comforting, changing with the seasons,
Shedding your finery in the autumn chill,
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Memories of you, like opening a window to a view,
Always so new,
Hills, valleys slumbering in the mystique,
Of the midday sun,
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