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Hazel Timms Poem
The Stradivarius
(A rare violin)
The Stradivarius lay still, waiting for a master's skill
The silent bow with deep yearnings,
for a master's touch upon its strings.
Across the case a price was laid,
that the auctioneer had displayed.
The sale began, the atmosphere tense.
The amount of interest was immense
The offers soared, the fervour increased.
Then the gavel came down and the bidding ceased.
A bidder had been willing to pay
to claim his hearts desire that day.
This prized treasure had been sold
to its owner, more precious than gold.
Now the violin would be heard again,
its silence broken by a sublime refrain.
Then the maestro picked up the violin
and placed it fondly beneath his chin.
With masterly strokes and tender care,
such heavenly music filled the air.
The noise in the room just faded away
as the bidders were hushed by the master's play.
The hearts of the people were deeply stirred
by the haunting melody that they heard.
Many tears were shed on that day.
Then the violinist just walked away.
Copyright © Hazel Timms | Year Posted 2020
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Hazel Timms Poem
The Old Garden Swing
The old garden swing creaking to and fro,
holding treasured memories of long ago.
Familiar faces, young and old
emerge from the past and start to unfold.
Ghostly voices surround this place
which only the arm of time can trace.
Children's laughter from simple pleasure,
throughout the years that no-one can measure.
People of all ages, friends and family
have sat on this seat suspended from this tree.
Secrets shared and romances begun,
all witnessed by the setting sun.
A lover's tryst and a childhood delight ,
in a secluded corner out of sight.
The overgrown garden from years of neglect,
awaiting restoration to revive and protect.
Then the swing which was hidden will be used again
with a new lease of life and its purpose regained.
Copyright © Hazel Timms | Year Posted 2021
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Hazel Timms Poem
Observing the Clouds
Life passing slowly by,
like the clouds up in the sky,
The white clouds mixed within the blue
and the warm sun shining through.
Then grey skies gathering affecting the light
as a troubled soul during the night.
Dark clouds pouring torrential rain
like tears upon a face of pain.
Copyright © Hazel Timms | Year Posted 2021
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