Twilight erased from the page.


cropped-the-naze-040.jpgThe twilight hour calls out to me and I follow best I can,

there is no other way, I’ve tried.

I sit in the dark staring from the window into a dark sky,

above a dark street I catch a glimpse of my reflection,

my darkened soul stares back at me.

In the solitude my words fall to the page with ease,

my soul spilling into words and my spirit the empty spaces.

I write in the dead of night when I know there is no one round to read it,

those that matter are sleeping, and those that don’t just hit

like and keep on scrolling.  Mostly I don’t bother with pixels,

pencil  I can erase,

smearing thoughts into a blur of confusion.

They read better that way.


Karen Hayward ©2016

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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