The Dancing Page Poem by Hazel Durham

The Dancing Page

Rating: 4.8


She turn's words into a dancing page,
To try and lighten her heart with it's torn part,
Love has cruelly rejected her
Truthful ways and happy days,
Turning his back on her beautiful smile,
That always goes that extra mile.
Her childlike spirit like's to roam,
In places lonely and wild,
She gently hold's hands with nature,
It makes her spirit soar,
To high peaks, to view slumbering valleys,
Changing seasons is her reasons,
To delve with soul
Into pleasure, joy and dark days too,
His rejection freed her pen to write with depth,
Like as deep as the mighty oceans,
Like the untouchable changing skies,
She is able to deal with his hurtful lies,
To write is to free her trapped mind,
To nature's enchanting feast,
To fly with wings to find,
Love, truth to carefully bind
Into a surprise parcel,
To nurture her undercurrents of fears
And the feelings of loss,
Allows at last her drop of tears,
To flow, cleanse and feel free,
Breathe life,
Like an old beech tree,
It's branches sturdy and resilient,
Against the changing weather force,
She knows he feel's no remorse.
Her words turn into the dancing page,
Her own personal sage.

Sunday, August 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love hurts
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Achill Lad 12 September 2014

Rejection, lies, so very punishing. I'm sure it helps to put your feelings down on paper. Anyone able to express such emotion must be a very loving and caring individual.

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Amitava Sur 10 September 2014

This is a surprising way to control the grief. Very prudently she enveloped all her pains and sorrows in a parcel and then overcome the situation by ... She turn's words into a dancing page, To try and lighten her heart with it's torn part, beautiful it is.

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Ramesh Rai 10 September 2014

Her childlike spirit like's to roam, In places lonely and wild, She gently hold's hands with nature, It makes her spirit soar, To high peaks, to view slumbering valleys, Her words turn into the dancing page, Her own personal sage. Realisation of pain with melody of words.

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Naida Nepascua Supnet 18 August 2014

Look at what rejection and sadness can turn one into. There will always a way to become better. Nice idea. Nice write.

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Abekah Emmanuel 17 August 2014

To me, this effort of yours goes beyond excellent. This is not to adore you but rather to strengthen your anchor of hope. Passion and emotionally filled, it really expresses the enlightenment that writing poetry has brought to your life.It seems quite clear that your past was not all that memorable but I urge you to freely express yourself and see a new dawn of hope. Great effort Madam. Well Done!

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Unnikrishnan E S 21 May 2016

Hazel, Breath life Like an old beech tree. That is all I can say. Congrats for the extra-ordinary write.

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Akhtar Jawad 20 June 2015

She knows he feel's no remorse. Her words turn into the dancing page, Her own personal sage. An amazing poem.........................10

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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 16 October 2014

This piece is very inspiring indeed.....against all odds how she stands upright and turns emotions into a dancing page.......amazing write

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Daniel Brick 13 October 2014

This young woman may have cruelly abandoned and she has yet not learned to deal with that loss. It looms around her, and more importantly looms within her. But I have every confidence in her ability to gradually lift herself out of this slough of despond. It will happen in stages over time; she won't even be aware of its early stages, but gradually her writing, her walks in nature, her inner conversations with herself will change in their focus. HE will be assigned an appropriate place in her personal Inferno, and be forgotten. And then she discover her beauty and its effects on other, worthier men. It's like Ariadne abandoned by Theseus on Naxos. She prays for death. And he arrives when she summons him. She's surprised he is a young and handsome man, kind and gentle. And he is surprised to find this beautiful alluring woman alone. He immediately falls in love and proposes to her. She thinks, Will I marry Death? No, it the young god Dionysus, not death, who has rescued her, and she will be his immortal wife.

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Laura Burns 12 September 2014

Are the ungrammatical apostrophes a poetic device or just a mistake?

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