Haiku.

hormone induced sleep,
burning need suffocating
in winter covers.

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.

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I fell between the cracks…

lighttree

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!

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Haiku

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Thawing among birds

singing a gentle embrace

frozen kisses bloom.

…and then I was caught.

…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.

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.

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Modern Bedtime Story…

(Photoprompt)

Do not judge without pause…

Our twilight hours are illuminated by blue screens

and chuckles of delight,

for you see…

my body does not know day nor night.

Atypical regulation is absent

my mind does not close at the dimming of light.

So I ask of you please,

stop and look…at our daily fight.

A pillow for one with two joyous heads

because I don’t like going to bed.

When I close my eyes what happens then?

And are certain our dreams are just pretend?

There’s no song my Mum can happily hum

that doesn’t hurt my ears,

No classic tale she can tell

that will settle down my tears.

I need her here, but, she must not touch,

Oh, I love my Mummy so very much!

Beneath the covers I feel her warmth

she does not move…for that can cause a storm!

I watch a vid and another too

but none of them are ever new!

That would be too scary

far,

too SCARY.

I like to know exactly what comes after

this ensures the echos of my laughter.

It calms the beating of my heart

my tablet, you see, plays an integral part.

I went to bed at seven and now the clock says twelve,

My Mum, she is reading, facts in which she’ll delve.

I know that she is tired I see it in her eyes

and all throughout the night she dreams of starless skies.

I know when time has come, she tells me one, two, three

then pulls the covers up and we cuddle…but just our feet.

And now i’m feeling safe and now I’m feeling tired

and contrary to belief I do not wake feeling wired!

My Mum, she does not hum a song or tell me of a tale

instead, she falls asleep each night, with the world

telling her she failed.

Image used via photoprompt (Maricris Cabrera)

Tell me wont you, what you find within the confines of my mind.

I see you have taken up residency in my mind.

I feel the curious curve of your tongue tasting me,

your fingers enticing beneath the surface,

your eyes calling me out. And how can I not follow

when I need to disperse my way through that

glorious mind.

My mind is naked before you,

captivated by your presence

and lost within

your essence,

Insecurities rush, the blind side.

It claws at me gently as hormones rise,

I know the uncertainty of insecure skies,

When enough, leaves and I see not a thing

Oh how I know what the short rise will bring.

But if nothing is all and all is free,

There’s nothing left for my broken soul, to see.

A blank page and empty space

Expect nothing, leave negative space.

I’m a whisper, a silhouette a bland empty ghost,

So alone I stand and alone I host.