Through Nature's Window Poem by Hazel Durham

Through Nature's Window

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Bluebells flaunting themselves from the undergrowth of the deep forest,
Cool, shady allure like their birth so pure,
As the trees flirt with the ever changing skies,
Truth flourishes here as nature never lies.

He belongs to it's secrets cherished in its mighty fold,
With his blue, defiant eyes so steely and bold,
He roams with vigour,
At times he desires to be alone

In the depths of the cool, green shade,
The bluebells are a vision of true beauty,
A sign that nature never fades or dies.
His memories are ingrained

Of his heroine, his guide,
Comfort was in her sweet, scent embrace,
Now he is seeking the kindness and love that glowed on her face,
He relishes the precious bond between mother and son,

Never to be broken or forsaken,
His mother's eyes was like the colour of the bluebells,
Now she resides in her heavenly glade,
Soft, blue colour just soothes his nerves on his way,

He wanders down to the river and wades,
Into it's shallow end to cast his fishing line,
Nature has the answers to his secrets,
Of his terrible pain, that makes him feel far from sane,

Commitment is a road he never travels,
Wild, free he is part of nature's breeze,
As his heart always freezes,
Lust is his quick fix of gratification,

He is a storyteller to keep his lovers at a distance,
His party piece is his solo dance.
The bluebells of the forest,
Comfort him,

Befriend him,
Love him,
Without needing ownership,
With his trembling lips

As he feels his mother's love,
Through nature's window,
Her bouncing brown tresses,
Tied up with her beautiful satin bows,

Her love sows,
His bounty of contentment,
As he dances with his mother,
On the forest floor of life,

The glade of bluebells sway in nature's breeze.

Sunday, September 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mihaela Pirjol 12 November 2014

Great, vivid imagery of nature and emotions. A lovely write!

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 06 November 2014

As the trees flirt with the ever changing skies, Truth flourishes here as nature never lies.... beautiful lines...10 nature never lies but makes us to believe with love and trust that is real and must

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Jak Black 05 November 2014

There are so many emotions captured in this beatiful bucolic poem. A very clever peice of wor

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Jak Black 05 November 2014

There are so many emotions captured in this beatiful bucolic poem. A very clever peice of work.

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Akhtar Jawad 22 October 2014

Blue- blood- the quality of being a nobleman or a noble-woman by birth. Blues- -type of a slow music from the Southern US. Blue Stocking- -a woman with considerable, literary or intellectual ability or interest. Readers of PH are intelligent enough but there are a few exceptions, too.

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Spock The Vegan 16 June 2016

The bluebells of the forest, Comfort him Enchanting poem - I can almost believe I am there in the forest.

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Dr Antony Theodore 25 August 2015

Her love sows, His bounty of contentment, As he dances with his mother, On the forest floor of life, love of the Son and a Mother, nature. mother'love through nature's door.. they are all original thoughts dear Poetess. Thank you

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Nature comes alive in this captivating composition!

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Valsa George 19 May 2015

Lovely.... the story of a son who loves his mother so dearly that he is reminded of her by all the beautiful things of Nature..... Even the blue colour of his mother's eyes, he sees in the blue bells flaunting themselves from the undergrowth! This son who sees his mother's love through Nature's window is an arresting picture !

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Ken E Hall 02 May 2015

Wow lovely original thoughts in this poem a beauty that shouts from the forest floor...thanks for a joy to read thru natures window...regards

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