Comments about Hazel Durham
Places, faces, friends or foe,
Life gathers as we sow,
Dreams scatter as harsh winds blow,
Lovers say their empty words then go,
Familiar voices we long to hear,
To comfort us in all our fears,
Life as complex as the incoming tides,
Sometimes soft and serene,
More times fast and turbulent,
Bringing us plenty of woe,
Our time will come, when we will know,
The calm, the stillness,
The silence of our souls.
My New Table
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
For the good company of a moonlit night.
I place hand painted china cups down, that catches the sunlight,
They are from my grandmother's house on Upper Leeson Street,
Now its white door and sash windows are tightly closed.