Month: April 2017

Haiku.

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hormone induced sleep,
burning need suffocating
in winter covers.

Karen Hayward ©2017

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We’ll meet again in an Arcadian dream…

 

pan

We’ll meet again in an Arcadian dream…
one man’s…is another’s nightmare.
Oh Lord give me not this phantasm
spectacle, high on Poppy seed euphoria
where fear is life itself. Utopia becomes
annihilated by my existence where
I dare no motion beyond that of breathing,
stranded within a non-tactile cage,
suffocating within my own
anosmia…bucolic?
No, to a soul such as mine
beauty is found in the falling droplets of rain
on the far edge of thunderous
clouds, among wild flowers and ruling weeds. I
long not for Virgil’s divinity but for the homelands
of Pan and his impromptu essence worn by the
nymphs that walk at his side.
My horizon is cursed were it blessed
by a white Knight drawing to stand by me,
for is knowledge not wisdom?
Was it not always known?
Arcadia, home land to Pan, rustic beauty and wild music,
where the Dark Knight shares my throne.

Karen Hayward ©2017

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I fell between the cracks…

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I fell between the cracks, landed gently in your palm.

 Look at me.

I blossom within your touch,

my petals flush deep pink.

Your essence is nourishment to my soul,

I burst into colour upon your touch,

my fragrance disperses upon the breeze

at your tease

and I am free.

My muse?

Perhaps, but perhaps…more…

such a term seems irrelevant to your

enchantment upon me.

The epitome of inspiration,

your existence dances crimson red through my mind ,

 fire burns within this poet to delve into realm of belief ,

 fly naked upon the wings of Icarus.

I hear the rattle of forlorn warnings, don’t fly too high

don’t fly too low,

but I am at one with his spirit and we soar into skies of blue.

Tell me please the spell in which you have cast upon my spirit,

how is it so that I can feel peace within?

A gentle calm caressing …Me.

So many questions I am lost within your touch

the world has become a quiet lullaby

I hear only your voice and my whispers

as we synchronize across the atoms of time.

I wish to fly,

to become my existence,

to no longer linger in shadows…To see if only for a moment,

pride within your eyes.

The skies are again blue and I search for golden rays,

my eyes fall forever on you,

searching always for their dark embrace and silent caress.

Muse?

More than a muse,

you have woken the poet within,

you have woken my spirit with your delicate touch and affectionate love.

I am yours,

I have fallen between the cracks and landed gently in your palm.

My petals peel away,

my colour becomes vibrant,

my fragrance enriched,

I bloom at your touch,

my blossom is yours,

you are the gentle breeze that calms my soul,

you are the fire that sets me free,

oh hell, tell me please what have you done to me!

Karen Hayward ©2017

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…and then I was caught.

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…And when I search the confines of imagery within my mind,

when I look and find…You are sleeping.

And in the silent whisper of curiosity my fingers,

soft and gentle explore this new found treasure

in waters deep and tranquil.

I touch skin so dark with fingers so light,

never before have I seen such contrasting beauty.

I touch, what is not mine to touch and I caress

what it is I desire.

And as you sleep,

slumber gentle and need so raw

my resistance is beyond my power,

primal need burns inside…To taste,

to taste the hardness of your drive,

the product of your dreams

and my lips are there,

softly rubbing against the tip.

Each gentle touch met with enthusiasm,

my tongue circling,

licking,

more,

more…

and you are awake

and I am caught, blushing,

cheeks flushed followed by the

sudden rush as bodies meld

and passion spills.

Karen Hayward ©2017

 

Beauty that lays beyond the silk petal. 

To be vulnerable is to be 

weak. At all times 

weaknesses should be 

guarded, 

with your life. 

Let no man nor beast 

Feast 

Upon that which can break you.
A stage for one, a noisy 

Audience, everyone hearing 

No one watching…
How easy it has been 

To hide all within, 

To be weak was never a choice,

Survivals dependency 

Is reliant upon my

Strength. 
To survive, the fittest evolve. 

I fear evolution is upon me.
Karen Hayward © 2017

Image and word’s. 

chaos

Just, keep me safe …

So i can play without fear,

Abandoned and free, naked,

inhibitions lost.

Just keep me safe.

So i can write from my

Soul, use the ink of my spirit,

My canvas?…The page,

You, the page,

You.

Just keep me safe.

Karen Hayward ©2017

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