The Truth Is The Rhythm Poem by Hazel Durham
The Truth Is The Rhythm
Stars are my comforting guide
In the bleak darkness of the empty beach
And the murmuring of the restless tide to reach
Out to hear the many voices across the horizon
Of earth and heaven,
Joining me in this moment of being on the run,
From the agonising truth
Of beauty hiding in dark corners not
allowed to have fun,
The voices reach out to try and untangle my lonely darkness,
Stars twinkle in the freedom of the ocean blue eyes of my dad,
The moon is my mam's sultry smile
Forever warm but her green flecked eyes tinged with the emotion sad,
I am sad
Sad to lose all the stars
Shining from afar
As I bleed from an old scar,
But in the solitude of darkened sea and sky,
I glance quickly back to the light of Ryan's Bar,
The past has consumed the future,
But the stars and moon catch my cold hands,
There is the steady rhythm of the tide
The rhythm of never saying goodbye
I connect back to when I was a girl so shy
I walk now with the warmth of my parents love,
This rhythm is a beautiful lullabie
Of the night seeing the truth from the heavens above.
This rhythm is a beautiful lullabie Of the night seeing the truth from the heavens above. Fine rhythm
A poem of poignant thoughts and memories. 'I am sad Sad to lose all the stars Shining from afar As I bleed from an old scar' - the pain of spiritual loss. Loved your poem, Hazel.
the rhythm of past memories raining as a lullaby from heaven and became s girl so shy who never say goodbye to the warmth of her parents= the warmth of memories preciously narrated
I am sad Sad to lose all the stars Shining from afar As I bleed from an old scar...so good
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/22/2024 2:39:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Everything is in the family. We can not return the past, but that's why the letters are to keep us memories. It's a fight in which the winner is always known: Love