Treasure Island

Hazel Durham


Black and White


White dazzles my inner divide,
Black thrown in with my unruly side,
My parents wave me a lingering goodbye,
They have always nurtured my childlike soul,
As I try to fly from my warm nest,
To accomplish and try to be the best,
In a world full of colour so bold,
I'm painted black and white,
Standing out for all the wrong reasons,
I dare to fight,
I always daydream in multicolour scenes of joy,
Living is a struggle with silent screams of turmoil,
Stirring the concoction to the boil,
As i listen to remarks that stick permanently,
I try and climb to a great height,
To discover a view, that I can never see,
I bounce back into a fantasy of nature holding my hand,
Accepting my limitations,
Tasting the sweet prospect of finding words a sensation,
Black and white finds the curious light,
That shimmers with substance and dances across the page in ink,
I cross a a wide bridge that is my link,
To dissolving the empty divide,
Like the certainty of the incoming tide.

Submitted: Saturday, December 07, 2013
Edited: Saturday, December 07, 2013

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  • Marie Shine (4/13/2014 5:18:00 AM)

    As an innocent facing a difficult, sometimes cruel world, leaving the family nest for the first time, with a lack of experience, you have, through excellent word choice, conveyed feelings of natural curiosity, desire for independence and a strong desire to do your best. The world at first may appear to be black and white, but soon, one sees that there are many other variants of both colours also, in every day life. I love how when things get tough, you seek solace in Mother Nature, that is truly the answer. A child-like soul needs Mother Nature always! So many will, I know, identify with the feelings and thoughts expressed in this superbly inked write, Hazel. Experience teaches us... Getting that experience is not an easy task! Beautiful work from your golden poetic pen! Thank you for sharing. Blessings always... (Report) Reply

  • Marie Shine (4/13/2014 5:18:00 AM)

    As an innocent facing a difficult, sometimes cruel world, leaving the family nest for the first time, with a lack of experience, you have, through excellent word choice, conveyed feelings of natural curiosity, desire for independence and a strong desire to do your best. The world at first may appear to be black and white, but soon, one sees that there are many other variants of both colours also, in every day life. I love how when things get tough, you seek solace in Mother Nature, that is truly the answer. A child-like soul needs Mother Nature always! So many will, I know, identify with the feelings and thoughts expressed in this superbly inked write, Hazel. Experience teaches us... Getting that experience is not an easy task! Beautiful work from your golden poetic pen! Thank you for sharing. Blessings always... (Report) Reply

  • Yash Shinde (4/4/2014 10:31:00 PM)

    White dazzles my inner divide,
    Black thrown in with my unruly side, .....................yin-yang, the fusion of male-female elements is a part of human soul.............besides such eye-opening facts, this poem also contains multitude of inspirational quotes- -I try and climb to a great height,
    To discover a view, that I can never see, ....wonderful write Hazel............ (Report) Reply

  • Ed Nigma (1/14/2014 5:37:00 PM)

    I like the duality here in the black and white. Like the Yin Yang. Interestingly enough many people have forgotten that light was birthed in chaos. So to be enlightened beyond what the mind thinks it can handle is to be blinded by a light never allowed to look upon the face of chaos again.

    When the light becomes blinding it's time to close ones eyes and use their imagination. (Report) Reply

  • Kanav Justa (1/13/2014 11:56:00 PM)

    love this write, , , , ,

    I try and climb to a great height,
    To discover a view, that I can never see, (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (12/12/2013 10:52:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem once again Hazel. Life always comes in multiple colours. Beautiful way you have portrayed life in black and white. Loved the way you presented it. (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (12/10/2013 11:25:00 AM)

    It can not be defined as perfect expression of emotion unless getting a poetic shape. but gradually it increases in colorful way and try to fly from its warm nest as a baby chirping bird as well also try to climb a great height. you have painted the whole write with colorful ink with different aspects of life. In true sense so far i find it is one of your best philosophical write.In the concluding para as you have written, 'black and white finds curious light'. In nature sunray also starts with two colours n subsequenly form a spectrum. similarly your thought is making spectrum of your emotion. As the grt poet Robert Frost has said, when emotion gets thoughts and thoughts get word a poetry is formed. if it is sktched in a graph chart it can be observed that scale has gone upwrd. your overall poetic life has climbed in the same manner which is now able to face the high thought touches the shore of life. Congrt my friend Hazel for such wonderful achievement. keep rise unless touches the max. height to the best of your satisfaction. (Report) Reply

  • Khairul Ahsan (12/10/2013 9:36:00 AM)

    'White dazzles my inner divide,
    Black thrown in with my unruly side, '
    This is a dazzling start given to the poem.

    'In a world full of colour so bold,
    I'm painted black and white,
    Standing out for all the wrong reasons,
    I dare to fight, '
    This needs courage and you seem to have that. (Report) Reply

  • Sayeed Abubakar (12/10/2013 6:31:00 AM)

    Very good writing. I feel you are improving every day in writing your poems. I like your imagery and good rhyming. (Report) Reply

  • Mike Barrett (12/9/2013 1:23:00 PM)

    Hazel, I like this. I believe you've done a great job getting across the idea of the dichotomy of the black and white and multi-colored universes. Those working in the mental/rational universe tend to get caught up in the black & white universe (black & white...no shades of grey) to them the mind and the power of the mind is the be all & end all. That kind of thinking brings me back to the early days of TV...only black & white images. But then came color TV....a quantum leap. I like the analogy of seeing emotions as colored pallet. The primary colors are there - red/blue/green (love, hate, joy, fear) . Get a rationalist to learn to accept feelings and deal with them changes his/her perceptions by a quantum leap....the colored universe opens and offers infinite unfoldment possibilities. (Report) Reply

  • Amitava Sur (12/9/2013 7:44:00 AM)

    Very truly we all live our life with a duel or plural character & thay is painted through your beautiful lines
    White dazzles my inner divide,
    Black thrown in with my unruly side, .... so nice.
    Agreeing with the limitations even the mind is endeavoring To dissolving the empty divide, .... great (Report) Reply

  • Sekharan Pookkat (12/8/2013 10:23:00 AM)

    words are like tides- sometimes there will be a torrent flow of words-some times magical words bounce back.
    white combines all colors and black enlightens whites beauty - Black represents strength and withe represents
    purity.. strength and purity blended in your poem so beautifully. (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (12/8/2013 9:55:00 AM)

    Though the lines began with a pessimistic tone, soon you have brought in a bright phase of telling things dear and true. Welcome back to the PH Hazel.. (Report) Reply

  • Suman Kumar Das (12/8/2013 8:25:00 AM)

    White dazzles my inner divide,
    Black thrown in with my unruly side, ......... so beautifully composed............. loved it

    Would yo mind your comments on my writes. (Report) Reply

  • Anthony Di''anno (12/8/2013 5:56:00 AM)

    A great write and so true. We find a way. Words are like magic pebbles. They change colour according to where and how they are placed. Multicoloured mosaics cracked and worn over time with exposed sharp edges. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (12/8/2013 3:44:00 AM)

    Tasting the sweet prospect of finding words a sensation,
    Black and white finds the curious light,
    That shimmers with substance and dances across the page in ink.... Great lines!

    Yes, our words dance across the paper and carry us to the magic lands of fantasy! ! At times scenes of joy flash across our eyes, at times, we struggle in silent scenes of turmoil! ! Great write, as ever! ! (Report) Reply

  • Paul Brookes (12/8/2013 3:07:00 AM)

    Love the first line a good, a description of the sides of our nature and the up hill struggles we sometimes have of not quite fitting and yet a feeling of underlying hope. I suppose where the two meet is the real us, the point where we feel the most comfortable As always an intriguing an interesting write Thanks for sharing BB: O) (Report) Reply

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