The whistled song death.

This is inspired from a picture prompt on g+ you can see it here, please feel free to come join the community if you yourself are a poet, or reader 🙂


Where have all the smiles gone?

Where lays now all the love?

A malady of life playing through

the streets, a melody of death

drumming to the beat.

Are vibrant golden hues enough

Oh where now lays all the love?

And where have all the smiles gone,

or do the Jays whistle their funeral song?


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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