Hazel Connelly Poems
- Canvas Before my eyes brilliant colour, perfection Dancing ...
- Sexy At Sixty I was fit and feisty at fifty It was no big ...
- Hen Night The hen night is a girls night out Time for them ...
- Awakening A slumberous sense of seclusion As sleep is ...
- The Attic The attic holds such fascination I climb the ...
- An Autumn Day Floating all night on waves of ...
- The Races I've won a day at the races For me and my friend ...
I started writing poems around 2005 but only did a handful. When I retired I wrote a few more and will carry on writing poems, I have also wrote a couple of short stories. I have a web site if you would care to look. You can leave comments on my site, your email is private and is deleted after leaving your comment.
I have read my poems in Melborne Australia... more »
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Before my eyes brilliant colour, perfection
Dancing gracefully in every direction,
The world of trees, the art of nature
Are simple reasons for a painter.
The power mother nature can release
Could make a painting, a masterpiece
A gallery of natures finest hues,
Enough to stir the most reluctant muse.
Should mother nature tutor me in art
My tree would show a living beating heart,
And should I save one single living tree
My canvas would inspire the world to see.
Red, orange, yellow, green and brown
Colours of beauty my brush would put ...