Hazel Durham


The Maverick - Poem by Hazel Durham

The young man walks with an attitude,
Of never taking part in life's race,
His hand reaches out to pet his dog's shiny, warm coat.
The young man is like the deep, dark forest, so remote,
Loving the wildness of the constant growth,
Reminder of past centuries.




His eyes changes colour as the afternoon light fades,
Nights rolling in of finding women to love him,
To satisfy his inner yearnings to conquer,
To feed off their neediness,
And to capture their loveliness.



He is as untamed as the tigers roaming the African plains,
Never will he be bound and chained,
He see's diamonds glistening in womens eyes,
He unwraps their secret's with care and tenderness,
Every day is a victory of hearts joined.



As his words lovingly caress,
Like the wind blows with it's invisible force,
Broken souls on the midnight train,
With his tears of loss,
Like the unstoppable beat of the rain.



Drenched in the past of the one woman he loved,
Beyond heaven and earth, ,
His mother leaving him when he was just a boy,
Dying in pain with her eyes locked into his soul,
Connected forever in the desert of blinding sunlight,
Melting.



To remember is to have in his hands,
Love fluttering eternally,
As he walks around Carlow farm lands,
Along the banks of the river Barrow,
Carrying the pureness of his mother's love,
That is the comfort of an angel watching
From heaven above.


Comments about The Maverick by Hazel Durham

  • Rookie - 144 Points Rubab Atwal (1/8/2014 4:23:00 AM)

    beautiful poem.really enjoyed reading it and yes a mother's love is the best love in the world... (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 9,023 Points Geetha Jayakumar (12/25/2013 10:30:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem from your ink, Hazel. Nothing can replace mothers love.... Loved it. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,432 Points Sally Plumb Plumb (12/23/2013 2:41:00 AM)

    I was very pleased to read this. Someone referred to my eldest brother as a maverick.... sadly we haven't seen him for four years. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 4,749 Points Sekharan Pookkat (12/17/2013 4:15:00 PM)

    No other love and affection is equal to mothers love (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 11,964 Points Lyn Paul (12/13/2013 4:59:00 PM)

    Superb words pieced together creating a moving picture. Really beautiful heartfelt words (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,844 Points Noreen Carden (12/13/2013 6:47:00 AM)

    Wow this is a powerful poem Hazel.I felt he was someone who had grown a hard shell to protect him while searching to replace the lost love of his mother.Great work Hazel i give it a definite ten (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,860 Points Dave Walker (12/12/2013 4:58:00 PM)

    The best love in the world is that of a mothers love, a great poem. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,680 Points Valerie Dohren (12/12/2013 12:28:00 PM)

    A mans first love is his mother, which he seeks to rekindle in the women he loves. Good write Hazel, very inspired. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 24,881 Points Valsa George (12/12/2013 8:09:00 AM)

    This man, a real maverick, so unfathomable and aloof who cannot be bound or chained and 'untamed as the African tigers roaming the plains, is indeed mysterious! Each detail adds to his unique personality! With the lurking memories of a love lost with his mother's death, he may be in an intense craving to reinvigorate his life with female love! !

    Wonderful write! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 11, 2013


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