Hazel Durham

The Wallflower - Poem by Hazel Durham

Compression of bodies pushing forward in the nightclub bar,
She is standing alone, just like another wallflower,
Wilting in the heat and dressed ever so neat,
With frizzy hair that can't be tamed,
She would love to feel glamorous,
Like a Hollywood starlet, ready to achieve fame,
Men whisking her off to villas in the south of Spain,
Trying to capture her fickle heart,
Of a wild carefree girl, they try to tame.

But here she is just a plain Jane feeling quite lame,
Not good looking enough for this competitive scene,
So different from her everyday dream,
She wants to fall in love so bad,
Every saturday evening she ends up just sad,
Mirrors are her only enemy reflecting her limitations,
Instead of showing her inner sensation,
Of a heart as big as any mansion,
Men see past her to find the impact of beauty,
She feels they are throwing her in the rubbish bin.

Is it a sin,
Not to have what it takes,
To win a man's heart?
Lonliness overcomes her as tears fall,
Always waiting for a man to see beyond her plainness,
To look deeply at her beauty of true goodness,
With strong undercurrents of sizzling passion,
That really makes fools out of those girls that live for fashion.

A dashing, handsome man asks her politely for a dance,
She is shocked and thinks he must be locked,
But no he is sober, they dance all night,
With their eyes shining so bright,
A date is made for dinner the following evening,
With drinks in an upmarket bar,
The bet had been made for him to date the wallflower,
He begins to like her because she is different,
Finding at last his kind of truth, in her shy, innocent eyes,
She wears no make up, he enjoys been with no fake.

The bet allows his cynical heart to melt,
She blooms with happiness at his admiration,
Which nourishes and encourages,
They find a wealth of desire and respect,
As they anchor their souls,
Deciding they will have joy on land,
To grow wonderfully old!

Comments about The Wallflower by Hazel Durham

  • Mizzy ........ (9/8/2016 7:31:00 PM)

    Your poetry is so real Hazel.....it's a joy to read. (Report) Reply

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  • Edward Kofi Louis (5/21/2016 3:51:00 AM)

    So different from her everyday dream! Nice piece of work. (Report) Reply

  • (8/22/2015 4:13:00 PM)

    The duckling becomes a swan.. Even though I understood the poem when her beauty is recognised she blooms. A (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (7/3/2015 11:40:00 PM)

    Began in a sad note, but ended up in joy and fulfillment! How beautifully you have depicted the agony and the ecstasy of a girl in a night club and the painful truth of how inner beauty and goodness of heart are always overlooked! Full 10 (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad (6/7/2015 11:48:00 AM)

    A beautiful love story, to pass life in love and grow old with it is really lovely. (Report) Reply

  • Paul Brookes (8/10/2013 2:19:00 PM)

    Great poem of great heart really enjoyed reading it. : O) BB (Report) Reply

  • (8/6/2013 8:05:00 PM)

    Love the sad beginning poor wallflower and bobs your uncle thee one appears and everyone lives happily ever after in joy-land...cute...regards (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (8/4/2013 10:59:00 PM)

    Sweet write dear Poetess. written from the core of heart.10++++++ (Report) Reply

  • Soulful Heart (8/4/2013 10:20:00 AM)

    a realisti c portrait pf a p
    lain jane..., . touçhing .
    (Report) Reply

  • (8/2/2013 10:14:00 AM)

    Nothing like a country girl with real expectations. (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (7/30/2013 2:13:00 PM)

    Exterior beauty is given far too much credence these days, and the media are to blame for this in many ways. I used to buy a magazine called Psychologies which was supposed to make one feel better, but every page was crowned with air-brushed beauties, so I stopped buying it because it made me feel bad about myself. True beauty is within the soul. Good one Hazel. (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (7/29/2013 5:16:00 AM)

    These days everybody wants to be a celebrity and be famous for doing nothing, or they expect people to whisk them away to an exotic location like a movie star. But life is ordinary with ordinary people doing ordinary things and people who are plain ordinary sometimes have brief moments of greatness through an ordinary life. I have always looked for the ordinary girl when I was dating as I found those with ‘airs and graces’ too much trouble. A good poem Hazel. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013

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