I am a poet not a walking dictionary…
Passion, a heart that races, lust for beauty, belief, faith, love.
Darkness that swarms in the twilight hours.
Insight. Imagination that breaks the boundaries of societies blindness.
Fear that consumes.
Fear used as a springboard.
Desire so intense it spills onto the empty canvas in a chaotic song of prose.
Soul and spirit working in harmony, breaking daily.
Strength. Weakness. Blissful ignorance.
Love that refuses to be anything but.
Karen Hayward ©2016
Inspiration for this poem….all too often I see ‘inside hate’. Poets and poems judged according to their education, a spelling mistake damming them to hell. Why is anyone judging a poem on anything other then the poem itself, why is anyone declaring a person unfit to be a poet, because they spell a few words wrong…..I am a poet not a walking dictionary.