The Essence Is You

Lover of life, every man dreamt of you being his wife,
Long blond hair shimmering in the sunlight,
A golden face, forever smiling,
You held the reins of your destiny,
Your choice was love, as your soul ran free,
Cherishing the roots that made you,
When you disappeared the sun was blotted out,
Dark clouds brooding over the town,
Suspicions, hearsay and rumours abound,
Forces unknown had swallowed you up,
No trace remains of the flower that was you,
Only sadness and death is left on the doorstep,
The essence lingers long over a midland throng,
The essence is you watching from heavens view.

by Hazel Durham

Comments (75)

Your choice was love, as your soul ran free, Cherishing the roots that made you, When you disappeared the sun was blotted out, Dark clouds brooding over the town, ...../// beautiful poem penned you were into the veins as the love, now every bud seeing the rising sun for your scarcity of a bit smiling ............//// yeah touching
Heart touching poem dear poetess......
So sad to hear about this situation, about Fiona and the others. After reading your comment I found out this was your first poem posted in this site, funny how I picked this very poem to read from your list. Whatever the forces that may have been involved here cannot destroy their essence, eternal energy and the love others have for these women. Thank you for sharing. Blessings to you.
This is a shocking news, a profound poem dedicated to all missing persons is the generosity of the poetess who feel the pain and the agony of near and dear ones. Great gesture and a nice poem 100++
An imaginative poignant poem of loss.++10
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