Biography of Lynette Hazel
Lynette Hazel's Works:
None yet. Still working out material. But passionate about poetry.
Lynette Hazel Poems
On A Mother's Passing
Always thinking that there'd be time. We'd surely have enough tomorrows promised. The grave is now so cold, final, unforgiving.
The New Priests
I GOD In the beginning man walked with God knew our place in this space
My Stuttering Pen
My pen stutters as I gr- ope(n) towards words and
The weight of the 8 soon falling into 80 tomorrow will never come forever is today
1986 - house burns love turns from childish expectations
Wine-dark my mood Yearning to savour your hand in the small of my back Listening with more than eyes Drinking in your rationed presence
Eyes wide shut, night after enervating night Haunted by the constant spectre that Footsteps fade in water. The mouse roars to the jungle
Content to remain annelid, I trawl the constellated spaces of others to somewhere find, rediscover somehow,
Child Of Sisyphus?
It's a bitter pill that rails and snakes and erodes from the inside, Robs the ability to love, confidence, even hope. Give me something to ease this pain, shame,
Which perspective yields me? Wife, daughter, mother, friend? Lover, enemy, employee, Which holds veritas
The year slid from month to month. It did not acknowledge my pain and fear. As I envisaged mould and worms conquering her Gorgeous liquid amber eyes,
The soul of a poet tethered to exigencies. Yearning for deliverance, Seeking absolution. A soul in shackles,
The year slid from month to month.
It did not acknowledge my pain and fear.
As I envisaged mould and worms conquering her
Gorgeous liquid amber eyes,
I understand how flesh surrenders itself and what once was strong
Is overcome by the minute.
The year slid from month to month
From rain to sun and back