Hazel Durham


In The Park - Poem by Hazel Durham

In her local park, winter looks quite stark
With nude trees, their knarled branches
Reaching out like the sign of nature's mark,
Swans glide like graceful ballerinas on
The mighty river Barrow which flows with an ancient force,
Cold, murky, in the distance she can see the Killeshin hills of course,

The playground echoes with the lost laughter
Of when she was just a child,
She had the courage to be wild,
Free like the ease of nature's change
Now she walks tensely with just the memories of his love out of range,
Routine was not an easy journey for her, a challenge to tame,

Her boredom of their lifestyle drove her husband far away,
She wanted fun and more fun with the rising sun,
To welcome every new day,
With her passion of life burning energy,
The park was always her release of untamed emotions,
Trapped in a marraige with no motion,

Now the coldness of winter slaps her in the face,
She knows her husband was an ace,
Losing him has changed the expression on her young face
To an emptiness of winters slow pace,
Her inner child is no longer wild,
Just a heart that is tamed with still the instinct of a child,

She cries with such longing for her lost love,
As the moody sky changes above
On a bare branch perches a lark
To sing it's familiar melody in the park,
The beautiful sound brings a smile to her face,
She will fight to win back her husband

As the eerie silence is shattered,
She will find him on his beloved land,
The fields of freedom,
As she lovingly slips on her gold wedding band.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and life


Comments about In The Park by Hazel Durham

  • Muzahidul Reza (5/20/2017 2:43:00 PM)


    Excellently written piece of poetry when you write, She cries with such longing for her lost love,
    thank you for sharing the poem with us,10
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  • Susan Williams (5/28/2016 1:51:00 PM)


    You employ some very atmospheric images ti set the tone in your first two stanzas- - -In her local park, winter looks quite stark
    With nude trees, their knarled branches
    Reaching out like the sign of nature's mark,
    Swans glide like graceful ballerinas

    The playground echoes with the lost laughter
    Of when she was just a child,
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (1/1/2016 6:24:00 AM)


    In her local park with the muse of love. Nice work. (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (12/15/2015 10:13:00 PM)


    winter looks quite stark. The playground echoes with the lost laughter. The beautiful sound brings a smile to her face. What an amazing description shared really that fills mind with emotion and learning. Wise breeze speaks about nice imagery here.10 (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (12/14/2015 3:58:00 AM)


    Beautiful description on the change of Nature with the arrival of winter.... the bare trees, the cold river and the empty playground echoing the lost laughter. This atmosphere matches with the internal landscape of a girl walking with memories of a love lying frozen in the mind. She hopes that one day the sun will shine and the frost within her will get thawed! The poem ends on an optimistic note that soon she will get reunited with her lost husband! A 10 (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad (12/12/2015 8:21:00 AM)


    A nice and stylish description, though sad but impressive. W beautiful poem. (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (12/8/2015 11:15:00 AM)


    Great imagery, nice poem with a story of love and perseverance to win back the lost charm, Wonderfully written....10+++
    She will find him on his beloved land,
    The fields of freedom,
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 9, 2015


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