Across The Atlantic Ocean Poem by Hazel Durham

Across The Atlantic Ocean

Rating: 4.6


Spring is a rebirth of lost times,
Of distant heart warming chimes,
From past years, days
And moments when we were in our prime,

Lazy days of talking as the sun's rays
Slants through your mobile home windows,
As you put on your eyeshadow and mascara
Like your armour against unknown foes,

With your untamed, flame coloured hair
Tied up with a turquoise bow,
As we used to laugh and chat with a carefree abandonment,
Time was sweetness and light,

But was cursed by your long sleepless nights,
You longed for a distant land with a dazzling light,
Ireland was a demon of your inner sight,
The rainy, overcast skies brooding,

Was a torment of the darkness that hid your inner light,
We used to walk the long road to Oranmore,
We would pass a red and white bungalow peeping from the embrace of the trees,
We'd imagine who might live in this fairytale bungalow,

Like a symbol of happiness an eternal glow,
Daydreaming was like a river's constant flow,
Rehydrating our parched emotions,
You did eventually fly to your land of dreams,

I stayed in Ireland where the bleakness was like a piercing scream,
The recession here was a journey of disappointments,
But now we have both found our dreams,
You living in America and I living in our homeland,

It is time for us to meet again like particles of sand
Falling softly through our fingers,
Time has balanced our complex souls,
Our friendship will always fondly linger,

Across the differences of our dreams
Like the continuous trickle of an Irish stream,
Flowing through the lush beauty of the Irish countryside,
And our hands reaching out across the Atlantic ocean.

As it's force is holding and capturing time like the incoming tide.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is about my best friend Yvonne she lives in America with her partner Ray and they will be visiting me and my partner this year!
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ratnakar Mandlik 26 January 2016

Rehydrating our parched emotions You did eventually fly away to the land of your dreams. Very nice expression indeed for renewal of friendship before parting ways in pursuit of goals in life. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

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Akhtar Jawad 27 January 2016

Dreams may be different but every dream leads to love and friendship, two friends parted by the oceans are still lovely friends and distances are now reduced to hours. How nice and pleasant it would be when Hazel Durham meets her friend Yvonne. A beautiful description of human sentiments.

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Valsa George 27 January 2016

A beautiful poem on a long term friendship. Like two streams taking separate course, they drifted apart, but soon shall merge and flow together for sometime. There is nothing like the reunion of intimate friends! Enjoyed the poem Hazel!

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Dimitrios Galanis 31 January 2016

It can move even a soul that has not lived the sensitiveness of the case.

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M Asim Nehal 05 February 2016

But was cursed by your long sleepless nights, You longed for a distant land with a dazzling light, Ireland was a demon of your inner sight, The rainy, overcast skies brooding,

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Annette Aitken 18 July 2016

This is beautifully written, I felt like I was on the journey with you both as i can so relate to this story. thank you for sharing Annette

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Susan Williams 04 May 2016

You broke my heart with this one, Hazel, yet you mended its tatters in its closing lines. This is very good- -you invited your readers in to share your lovely Irish countryside memories. I seem to have picked up a red and white bungalow peeping from the embrace of the trees, - -and I too imagine who might live in this fairytale bungalow, You also share this great friendship which survives the Atlantic Ocean- -that is an awesome friendship! Thank you for sharing this piece of your heart..

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Mihaela Pirjol 28 March 2016

A really heart-warming poem, with lovely description of your memories of places and friendship. A pleasant read indeed, as I myself recall memories of my own childhood and friends while reading it. True friendship, though far, always remain close to our hearts. A lovely write!

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Rajesh Thankappan 21 February 2016

Nostalgia mingled with pangs of separation and then reunion. A breathtaking poem with an apt title, ' Across the Atlantic Ocean.'

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Roseann Shawiak 07 February 2016

A very vivid and beautiful way of loving a friend even though they have been separated by an ocean filled with the thoughts of what they've done already in life. Amazing visual portrait of friends whose minds still treasure and cherish their times together. Love this poem! 10+++++++++ Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn

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