Hazel Durham

Butterfly Dance - Poem by Hazel Durham

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,
In it's warm rays like her cherry topped days,
Her wild flower grows with a sweet scent,
Of her forgiving ways.

Beauty sit's easily on her strong shoulders,
Relishing the here and now, without having any lair,
As she sweeps poverty away,
Like the reason to capture every season,
Squeezing evey ounce of goodness out of it's bounty,
Her jeans faded and jaded,
She searches for happiness within and invades.

Love is her reality of living,
In her cocoon of giving,
Kisses, hugs and merry times,
Night falls as nursery ryhmes calls,
As the wind howls it's enchanting language,
With the groans of the branches of the old oak tree.

This child/woman has found the secret code to be free,
Love, a vintage lace swirling around her childlike face,
Immersed in nature's verse,
Of plenty of soul, as she knows eventually she will grow old,
In her world that revolves around loving.

Like the sun in it's prime with the promise of golden sublime,
Like the moon with its sultry gift,
Like the sea water of magnitude,
With it's character of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde,
In the constant of the incoming tide,
Like the skies blue, grey, orange streaked in the colours of romance,
Nature's abundance caught with her attitude,
To always take a chance.

As she thrives as an artist of deep emotions,
Set free in flight as she finds the eternal light,
Of the freedom of another day paved in smiles,
Along the many country miles,
With her choice to rejoice,
In every star filled night,
With the twinkle in her eyes ever so bright.

In her captivating trance,
Of her everyday butterfly dance.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

To find our inner sense of freedom, to dance and rejoice that is our choice!

Comments about Butterfly Dance by Hazel Durham

  • Dr.tony Brahmin (4/23/2017 9:29:00 AM)

    Love is her reality of living,
    In her cocoon of giving,
    Kisses, hugs and merry times,

    Like the sun in it's prime with the promise of golden sublime,
    Like the moon with its sultry gift,
    i love this.......... very fine thoughts and imaginations flowing from a poetic sould like yours. the happiness withing.
    it touches my soul. thank you very much dear Hazel. tony
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  • Stuart Munro (2/21/2017 2:11:00 PM)

    love this poem its really really good (Report) Reply

  • Mizzy ........ (9/10/2016 11:47:00 AM)

    I love the rhythm and subtle rhymes in this poem of life celebration....
    I think it would make a great rap number!
    Very nicely penned Hazel....Great poem!
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  • Marie Shine (8/25/2016 1:12:00 PM)

    A truly captivating write which imparts to the reader that the child within each of us needs to be allowed freedom to partake in the dance of life regardless of our age. The beauty of that child never diminishes. Happiness is always found within but contributed to by outside influences. This poem touched my soul in a very special way. A sterling write so eloquently expressed and with a satin smooth flow. Beautifully depicted and I, thank you for sharing Hazel. Your wondrous poem has blessed my day! Blessings (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad (3/15/2015 7:25:00 PM)

    This child/woman has found the secret code to be free,
    Love, a vintage lace swirling around her childlike face,
    Immersed in nature's verse,
    A beauty captured and painted with attractive colors..................10
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  • Yash Shinde (4/2/2014 9:51:00 AM)

    ....tis piece is so beautifully composed............cant help commenting on it! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Amitava Sur (2/25/2014 9:26:00 PM)

    It's a lovely penning. The real freedom lies in the sense of realization and the beauty is with the soul. (Report) Reply

  • Saleem Tharani (2/20/2014 4:33:00 AM)

    enjoyed thoroughly and no soone had done reading missed living that ways, thanks to my life's odds.
    yet thanks to you for now i feel good hope that i will be able unfold the art of me dancing. I would be glad to turn one like your butterfly.... Thank you. lots of love...to you.
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  • Charles Jagongo Ogola (2/8/2014 10:05:00 AM)

    So beatifully written. I like this poem. (Report) Reply

  • Soulful Heart (2/8/2014 12:24:00 AM)

    captivating the essence of free will................. (Report) Reply

  • (1/8/2014 4:21:00 AM)

    a very beautiful poem, its true our real happiness lies in our inner sense but we don't realize that..an amazing write.. (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (12/30/2013 6:35:00 AM)

    You know where is light when dark is around...your mind! _SOul (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (12/25/2013 10:53:00 AM)

    Our real happiness lies in our inner sense, but many times we search for happiness outside. Our joy lies within and really it will make us dance with joy. Poem filled with positivity. Beautiful flow of ink from your pen. Loved it. (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (12/24/2013 7:06:00 AM)

    Each butterfly represents a human mind in ecstasy and let us all take care of it... Hazel, I repeat your short course in poetry has started showing its impact on you here because the ultimate improvement in the rendering style has to be considered. Here I give my / your 10 marks (Report) Reply

  • Paul Brookes (12/24/2013 3:01:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem full and rich of the beautiful free of a butterfly girl Loved it Thanks for shring BB: O) (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (12/23/2013 10:34:00 PM)

    It is not in riches or heaps of material possessions that joy abides! Real joy lies in the sense of inner freedom augmented by love of nature and all creation and as she is blessed with this, she can dance the butterfly dance! !

    Beautiful diction and deep thoughts! !
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  • Valerie Dohren (12/23/2013 5:07:00 PM)

    No matter what binds us externally, no-one can take away our inner sense of freedom. A lovely imaginative write. (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul (12/23/2013 6:44:00 AM)

    Hello Hazel, I read tis in my lunch break today with interruptions I have read again 6 hours have past and find pure beauty in these words. Absolutely magical. So good I will print it and put it in a frame. There is such a beautiful flow of incredible words. Thank you and CHEERS (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (12/22/2013 1:19:00 PM)

    A nostalgic feelings to sublime pains n pleasures for delicacy of life. it is the especiality of her every write to express through soft corner of soul n give them a proper destination. Her wild flower has grown up with sweet scent, the fragrance of which can not be denied. Tides of her high emotions break the bank but eventually irrigate the field where seeds of love n peace sprout.Thank you so much n regards. (Report) Reply

  • (12/22/2013 1:10:00 PM)

    The chide of existence said all other creatures we know of do not morph but you. So fear little girl and die in the margins without comment -for we can't define our experience by you- accept you and our order will be ostrogoth- ed. Thanks for your kind comments. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, December 23, 2013

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