Crooked Wood Poem by Hazel Durham

Crooked Wood

Rating: 5.0


A place I have never seen but it's name is a beauty unchained,
Crooked Wood a village in County Westmeath,
Like a dark cloud having released it's negativity as it rained,
It's mighty tears running off the bareness of the bark of trees,

Trees that reach to sometimes turbulent skies and sometimes calm skies,
Trees are the rich sap of nature their roots are free
To grow with dignity, grace and defies
Cold concrete with it's internal sighs,

Trees stand proud they are masters of creative nature that never dies,
Crooked Wood is a picture of beauty that is never perfect,
Just contorted, complex like a confused sect,
Just trees accepting their crooked wilfulness,

I dream of acceptance that I will always want to dance,
With all my doubts, fears and entrapment,
To surge through the breaking waves to romance,
Life is a chance, love is romance with a heartbeat to dance,

Crooked Wood is a sign of freedom away from conformity,
To sing without a tune,
To dance without rhythm,
To walk in the dark and feel the magic of the sultry glow of the moon,

To live and love withour fear like a Crooked Wood,
To rejoice because love is setting ourselves free,
Like a contorted tree embracing nature because life is good,
To believe in ourselves because we should!

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Crooked Wood is a village in County Westmeath in Ireland I have never been there but it's name is so beautiful in a quirky way. I think not being perfect is the secret to happiness as it feeds our hearts and souls with great warmth.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dimitrios Galanis 07 February 2016

? liked the text.Out of it try a form of poem as I did with P.L.Fermor's text on dolphins.I'm sure you will have the same result.

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Roseann Shawiak 07 February 2016

Love your portrayal of Crooked Wood, it brought pictures of trees to my mind, their symmetry always following their individual sources of inner power, forever being perfect in their own way! It is a lesson from nature to be who we are and fill the world with the uniqueness of our beings just as trees do. Beautiful portrait of Crooked Wood you have left within my mind! 10+++ Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn

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Shimizu Mizuhala 30 June 2017

To live and love withour fear like a Crooked Wood, Very good metaphor, people will live strongly. Thank you.

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Susan Williams 04 May 2016

I like this place called Crooked Wood- it has individuality, a poet could really cut loose with it! ! ! And you did! ! ! ! I think those last two stanzas set this place right in our hearts- - - - -] Crooked Wood is a sign of freedom away from conformity, To sing without a tune, To dance without rhythm, To walk in the dark and feel the magic of the sultry glow of the moon, To live and love withour fear like a Crooked Wood, To rejoice because love is setting ourselves free, Like a contorted tree embracing nature because life is good, To believe in ourselves because we should! [- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Well done, Hazel! ! You're right, Imperfect can be much easier to snuggle up to that cold austere perfect beauty.

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Rajesh Thankappan 21 February 2016

We all wish to be accepted the way we are and this poem the ' Crooked Woods, ' distills this inner urge. Excellent.

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Akhtar Jawad 14 February 2016

I wish I could see the Crooked Wood Village in the county of Westmeath, Hazel has so nicely described its charms in a beautiful poem.

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Mihaela Pirjol 10 February 2016

A song comes into my mind while reading your poem: '' Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections '' - John Legend's All of Me. Your poem portraits beautifully the scenery of the place; a place emanating beauty and tranquility from its uniqueness.

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