Whispers. Poem by Hazel Durham
Whispers.
Whispers trying to reach her fragile mind,
She ignored the gossip,
She didn't care when she was in his strong arms,
Kissing his warm, demanding lips,
She felt free like wanting to climb a tree,
Like her inner child was running free,
She laughed out loud and felt the sweet joy.
He had boyish dark, brown eyes,
Like the dawn breaking through the moody skies,
She knew he liked to tell lies,
She loved him with her passion so wild,
Her emotions sizzling with her excitement of notions,
Of his cold exterior changing to a hot humid climate,
When the blazing sun would heat their bodies
Into a lather of steaming sweat,
The world became a better place,
She loved his black hair flopping across his fresh face,
They met every night in his plain one room flat,
They created magic like it was their own palace.
She was a young woman that suffered darkness everyday,
That emerged like weeds from the soil,
Unsightly, unwanted and useless,
But every night he made her life right
Like she shone like the stars and moon's shimmering light,
This was her happiest time,
When everything in the world would rhyme.
But in the pub every evening he would sit with his friends,
She heard the whispers of him mocking her,
And ignoring her in the tense atmosphere
Like her heart been pierced with a spear,
He made their relationship a secret,
But when he left his gift in her womb,
He completely turned away from her,
Her daughter was born beautiful, just perfect,
She felt important and that her life mattered,
He never acknowledged their daughter, she was shattered,
Now his only daughter visits his grave with flowers,
She understands her father was full of fear,
Love was an enemy and was banished,
He lost everything that was never dear to him,
The secret is his beautiful, compassionate daughter,
She promise's to be her father's heart and soul,
To live life without bitterness and fear,
Her love for her father is her tears.
To live life without bitterness and fear, Her love for her father is her tears. A heart touching poem.....................10
Highly speculated and presented. Wonderful imagery, A heart touching poem. Many thanks.
Hazel, your 100th writing titled WHISPERS is loud and can reach out to the discerning minds.Imaginative flutter wedded to purposeful rendition has done magic here! It is an interesting poem and here goes my 10 points for it.... Happy Easter, Hazel to you and your family..
First of all let me heartily congratulate you on scoring a century. This surely is a great landmark. I hope and pray that you will conquer may such landmark in the days to come. Coming back to the poem, it is very heartening to see that the daughter of that heartless yet unfortunate father has a heart of gold and her love for her father overflows in the form of tears. A wonderful poem woven around harsh vagaries of life. Here, let me also take this opportunity to wish you and your family a Very Happy Easter Sunday. May the remembrance of the resurrection of Jesus Christ usher in happiness and warmth all around.
To live life without bitterness and fear, Her love for her father is her tears. Relation can not be stopped despite of bitterness. She can never ignore her love for her father. Very stunning and touching write. Thanks for sharing. Regards.
A sad story of cold, cruel crime yet evidence of an eagle mentality that triumphs over tribulation.
These words are incredibly moving and penned from the warmest heart. You are a true favourite and deserve every ounce of praise. Congratulation too. X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Congratulations on your 100th poem Hazel. This well written piece captivated me. The storyline could be from your amazing imagination, on the other hand could well be true. It's a sweet/bitter tale that has, probably, over time been played out countless times in one way or another. Some lovely touches in this poem Hazel............... Like her inner child was running free, ...................Her love for her father is her tears. Two of my favourites.