Hazel Durham

The Cherry Tree

She remembers the cherry trees were in bloom when she met him,
Time rolls back,
In a humble cafe, drinking tea,
A man leans across and catches her arm,
Spectacled, blue eyes, with tightly cropped hair,
He looks like a man who cares,
Making a phone call, he asks her to mind his seat,
Six foot tall, he dresses so neat,
He strides out like a man who knows about life, there are no repeats.

She watches him through the glass revolving doors,
Pacing about his powerful physique, making her feel quite meek,
Gliding back towards her like some heroic Greek god,
He sits down beside her,
She feels so flattered, her life begins to matter,
He is a teacher by profession, a poet always in a session,
Their eyes strike gold, as he allows her into his fold,
They kiss, hot, succulent, finding their secret bliss.

Living is his kind of giving,
He is always ahead of the game,
Wanting so bad to have fame,
Sameness is a death never met,
Every day is a gamble, a long shot bet,
He sees the beauty behind all the grime,
Colours merge, places diverge, everything rhymes.

A world wide traveller, nations he conquers,
With his engaging wit,
Spreads countries before her vivid blue eyes,
'We will travel in style, allow the globe to become an everyday surprise! '
His hand strong to her touch,
They romance, dance, till their fragile spirits entrance.

This is all a long time ago,
They didn't make it past the post,
Problems arose, they came to a grinding halt,
She is an old woman now as she stares out her opened window,
The cherry tree is in full bloom,
She feels those moments with him still, so real,
Sealed in Pandora's box never to be healed,
Knowing her tender heart had dwelled in a place,
That was home.

The cherry tree in her pale pink and white dress,
Blowing serenely in the soft breeze,
It's blossoms swirling around her garden,
Flutters through her opened window,
They land on her ever so softly,
Thoughtfully the splendour of their romance,
Ignites her eyes like an everyday surprise.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 08, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, January 08, 2013


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  • Rookie - 413 Points Yasmeen Khan (2/17/2013 11:48:00 PM)

    Your poem reflects sheer romanticism. Last stanza contains vivid blend of human emotions with nature. I loved reading it. Anyhow syllables in each line can be reviewed. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Dermot Mc Garthy (1/17/2013 8:59:00 PM)

    An interesting and beautifully told story. A poem full of atmosphere, must have been some special connection between these two characters. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 54 Points Jahan Zeb (1/12/2013 6:32:00 AM)

    You started off well with it and ended it in a splendid way. Very well narrated. Good work Hazel. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Vikrant Jog (1/11/2013 11:32:00 AM)

    Nicely executed story. Loved it. The second stanza was my favorite part.
    Vikrant (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 3 Points David Beckham (1/9/2013 10:59:00 PM)

    For a lover of expresions, like me, you got me at: her life begins to matter, ...that line takes on a life of its own, bringing to life all that was dead, creating a life out of nothing. In an instance of time, when you wanted something to matter most, when you have ever wanted to be noticed, it happens in real presence of those you want it to matter to. And then there was the ever presence of flow, guile, creativity and passion lurking all around. You take us to a place reminiscnt of somewhere some of have being before-regardless of age. Yet, you manage to pull the breaks and switch gears with: This is all a long time ago, ...That was expertly done so so good. The back and forth between decades of years and the attraction of the winds it is so easy to miss the 2 characters in the poem and be so drawn into the story of her life! . Very beautiful. This belong with the best: Langston H, Robert F, William S. TFS.10/10 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 574 Points Shahzia Batool (1/9/2013 10:45:00 AM)

    poetry is a composed and sometimes a revealed product whether based on fact or fiction, it depends how do you carry it through...it offers a good read, showing you have a special sense of word-sound... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 95 Points Vivek Tiwari (1/8/2013 10:34:00 AM)

    Wow excellent imagery and superb use of metaphor to describe the time and good use of Personification for time as She.
    Love it.
    Deserves full 10. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 95 Points Vivek Tiwari (1/8/2013 10:32:00 AM)

    Wow excellent imagery and superb use of metaphor to describe the time and good use of Personification for time as She. Nice Love it. Deserves full 10. (Report) Reply

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