Over the lush green land, the mist clear's,
She holds the concave shell to her ear,
Listening to the sea breeze whistling so near,
Relishing the sea soaked ambience,
As time takes a step backwards,
To many years ago, to her ex-fiance,
His complex nature of arrogance,
With his soul always ready to dance,
Through the silk sheet's of her mind
Full of their romance,
He had the power to put her into a captivating trance,
She had found in him, her father's steely, foreboding charm,
That chased her insecurities back to their darkened farm.

The wildness and strength of her beloved sea,
Held the key to her past,
But she couldn't outrun it's destruction that fast,
She was here to compete first with her sibling's,
Then later with the world which she made sing,
It was all about her,
Like a cat ready to pounce or purr,
She travelled to her overseas retreat,
Of a hot climate with plenty of men to meet,
Judging them against her father's stoical command,
Searching for a part of her that had gone missing,
And it couldn't be found on land,
A sense of belonging in a world that doesn't understand.

Blue seas of unpredictable behaviour,
White surfy waves vanishing on the sandy beach,
All again within her reach,
Looking for a lover to lead her back to the beginning,
Of never feeling at home anywhere,
And the end result she was never winning.
She is a mermaid of the deep, watery depths,
Where the vastness soothes her impulsive soul,
Of freedom of deviance so bold,
Allowing her into the sanctuary of the sea's mighty fold.

by Hazel Durham

Comments (11)

So, that's it. Huh.......
i was going to simply agree with Sarita below, but no... Dear Site Manager, Do not rip the classics apart. Either post them in full, or refrain from posting them at all. Who wants to read one line out of a poem, that's like only seeing the error page of a website (useless) . besides to the likes of Chuck Buk, it is just disrespectful. get some radio guts. this 20 line poem, which is brilliant looks like nonesense when only the single line is posted. grow up! Al.
i find it really amusing that a site dedicated to poetry would censor the poets! ! language is language. 'Bad' words are only words. this is not Chinowsky; s poem. this is a watered down version of his poem and there is so much he had to say and he used the language that shocked that disturbed that grabbed your soul and shook it good baby censorship is wrong. Art is not for sissies. Poetry is not all 'oo la la' and sentimentality poetry is the tool of the masses to tell the truth about the world, about love and death and life and war and loneliness. not a salve to make it all better.. i publish most of my stuff on scribd now for this reason. but i love to come read all the growing poets. stop censorship. its just wrong.
Charles Bukowski was for his bluntness he had I dont give a crap attitude thats what I admire about him. He Is all about free verse wish it would come back instead of all this water downed stuff that we read today.
I think the 'Following' signifies his cult following. And the man who called from Denver was a fan.
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