Hazel Durham

Blue Skies - Poem by Hazel Durham

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,
Hoping to find your love again,
Maybe in some deep forest, I will see that amusing glint of your spoilt eyes,
Like the hot, unforgiving sun melting the ice,
As i remember I turned to look with awe at you twice,
With the roll of the dice,
Falling blindly on the wrong nunber,
As we embraced each other, just so nice.
But your heart was made of cold, steel grey,
As you served me alcohol in Waterford crystal glass on a silver tray,
My heart had begun to fray,
With so many loose threads, in the month of May,
You stole every good thought,
As I challenged your opinion, as your agile mind fought,
To make me into your possession that didn't have to be bought.
I hear now you own small planes which you fly high up in the skies,
Always observing everything from a great distance,
Does your eyes still tell so many lies,
As I remember the way you held me at the local dance,
Blue skies have taken you away from our romance,
You live for your pleasure even when you had found your treasure,
You threw it away,
Now you search relentlessly for a new thrill to fulfil each day!

Comments about Blue Skies by Hazel Durham

  • Stuart Munro (2/22/2017 3:09:00 PM)

    Hazel, my favourite
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  • Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (6/15/2015 6:23:00 AM)

    Swimming in the sea of sadness.yet eloqiently ezpressed. The first.few lines.are loaded with lovely language. (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad (2/15/2015 3:10:00 AM)

    Sweet memory of lost love nicely painted......................10 (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (4/8/2014 7:19:00 AM)

    The lover has captivated the maidens heart. Yet his
    attention only lasts for a little while. His love for planes
    and flying takes precedence right now. She still has
    hope and passion. Might help to go fly with him.
    Poignant write.
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  • Dinesh Nair (3/30/2014 11:35:00 AM)

    Certain things are so delicate that they have to be handled very carefully and love is such a thing. Humans survive on love and perish in its absence. Again. an insightful poem from you, Hazel. (Report) Reply

  • Thomas Vaughan Jones (3/26/2014 5:17:00 AM)

    There are parts of this poem which are full of intense imagery. That's the brilliant part.
    Other places where you seem to be searching desperately for an end rhyme. Assonance and scansion are somewhat lacking, but the promise of a great poem is there, awaiting that final polish.
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  • (3/24/2014 11:13:00 AM)

    well, it's a sad poem but great poem too
    i love the way that u write it and the emotions that u put in it so alive
    thanks for sharing
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  • Yash Shinde (3/24/2014 12:15:00 AM)

    ....its is really poignant and sorrowful, but somehow binds hope and optimism..... (Report) Reply

  • Rajesh Thankappan (3/16/2014 10:08:00 AM)

    Love lost is like a storm gained! But after the storm is over things shall settle down and the day turn brighter. A poignant and polished poem. Excellent write. (Report) Reply

  • (3/3/2014 2:49:00 PM)

    yes hazel a sad poem of loss as I remember the way you held me at the local dance strong line of feeling
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  • (3/3/2014 1:19:00 PM)

    the loss of love is one of the hardest things to get over, a great poem. (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul (2/28/2014 5:37:00 PM)

    You stole every good thought SAD! Yet how in time we gain from these lessons. Keep smiling possum. o :) (Report) Reply

  • Sayeed Abubakar (2/27/2014 11:07:00 AM)

    Fantastic. Well composed. It touches our heart. (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (2/27/2014 10:20:00 AM)

    Once love has gone, it is unlikely to be retrieved, so best to move on. Well expressed feelings on lost love. Well done Hazel. (Report) Reply

  • Musfiq Us Shaleheen (2/26/2014 10:48:00 PM)

    great expression and very well versed.. metaphors are so nicely delivered..as
    My heart had begun to fray,
    With so many loose threads, in the month of May,

    again in the line
    Now you search relentlessly for a new thrill to fulfil each day!
    pregnant with pain and burst into romance... lovely imagery..
    thanks for sharing.....
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  • V P Mahur (2/26/2014 1:17:00 PM)

    A soulful Story. Very nice and intense
    Plz come to my page and say something about my poems
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  • Dinesh Nair (2/26/2014 7:06:00 AM)

    Meticulous it is! The recollections have a charm and the last line is possibly the best one for ending this poem.
    Happy reading it was and here is your 10 marks Hazel...
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  • Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (2/25/2014 8:56:00 AM)

    Bursting with beauty at the start but pregnant with pain at the end. Excellently expressed my friend. (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (2/24/2014 10:11:00 AM)

    A touching poem Hazel, filled with sadness. Beautiful poem on romance that lost with the time....People never appreciate the things in hand. Great write. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (2/23/2014 11:19:00 PM)

    Beautiful expression of an affinity and romance developed once, but lost somewhere, sometime! Now it clings on as a painful and nostalgic memory! His new passion for the blue skies may be an attempt to replace the treasure once lost or neglected! ! Great write! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 23, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 25, 2014

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