Summer land.

Inspiration from a photoprompt can be found here

 

I have always heard the soft whisper of

wide open spaces calling to me.

Their sacred whispers caught between the leaves

on the morning breeze. My heart beating as I approach and the

excitement bubbles inside. This freedom

is a drug and I am the addict lost in the labyrinth.

I’ve pondered sitting on the grass

with ants crawling across my pale

legs, is this muted silence what heaven sounds

like?

I like to think it is.

It feels like home, here I feel the beating wings

of my angels as rays of sun tickle across my skin.

I have known loneliness in my life,

I have known silence.

I have known a darkness that strips away your soul.

Yet sitting by myself in this field I know only love

and togetherness and peace. My soul is home

my soul is at peace.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016

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blossom666

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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