There Has To Be More Than This Poem by Hazel Durham
There Has To Be More Than This
The wide expanse of the melodious ocean,
Fills her with simmering emotions,
Here there is freedom for her caged spirit,
Seagulls shriek, glide, then flap their wings, goodbye.
Her long, reddish, brown hair swirls,
Glistening as the breeze listens,
Her thoughts whisper in the alluring sea air,
Life can be so unfair.
Her feet are bare as they sink into the soft sand,
In the distance she hears the beat of the local jazz band,
The adrenalin is now running through her veins,
She wishes her husband could feel the same.
Her heart sings in unison,
As the sheer wildness unfolds to this mighty scene,
Serene and captivating,
Her lust for a virile young man, is waiting.
Her husband appears before her glazed eyes,
Fifteen years older than her,
He loves her, no doubt,
She feels at times, she doesn't want him about,
Her young fresh face with eyes cornflower blue,
They seem to dance in rhythm with each wave, so new,
Her uncontrollable passions are left unfulfilled,
Even though she loves her husband, he leaves her chilled.
She longs for a mind-blowing kiss,
Embraces with desires of blazing fires,
Sensations sizzling,
Elation, ovation.
Bodies entwine,
Souls bind,
Elevation of a quest for bodily rest,
Wanting the very best.
Life has to be more than an endurance test,
Hungry for unspeakable lust to invest,
She cries out above the wistful shriek of the seagulls,
'There has to be more than this! '
Some come before all these other's perhaps Such an important role........iip
This well written poem saddens me, too enlightening for this old soul. Having been in that scenario. My heart sinks to realize the mistake I had made. This is a powerful write. Excuse me, but I hate it. Otherwise I love your work.
At the moment of imagining MORE THAN THIS, even the clap of waves seems to join in: ELATION, OVATION! (A momentary Feudian slip made me read this as " ovulation." ;) //It's really intoxicating to run this picture through my mind's eye: " SOULS BIND, ELEVATION OF A QUEST FOR BODILY REST" I like the way ELEVATION echoes ELATION and REST echoes QUEST, as if a feeling is coming on in waves.
(cont.) Hazel, Dearest I hear you calling, you young, lusty broad; now you've stirred MY own lustful passions! Make room in your boudoir for me tonight, ' wearing the latest Victoria's Secret fashions, ...........meant for men to remove them ALL, taking you to sexual heights both great & small. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - bri :)
without reading the poem (yet) , perhaps i could help [her]? ? ? a fine explanation of your unhappiness and longings. but it's your sister here, right? to MyPoemList (cont.)
The story in this poem may be fictional but it happens in real life in the present society. The inscription you have made is so touching and amazing. It is really a beautiful poem shared here.10
A most evocative piece Hazel. This story might be fictional, but it happens. Never could understand how such an age gap could work, long term. I knew a couple once, she was that much older than him, it didn't last. It might be fiction but there's a lot of truth here as well. An imaginative piece of writing. Well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 6:12:55 PM # 1.0.0
A most evocative piece Hazel. This story might be fictional, but it happens. Never could understand how such an age gap could work, long term. I knew a couple once, she was that much older than him, it didn't last. It might be fiction but there's a lot of truth here as well. An imaginative piece of writing. Well done.