Category: creative writng

“in love’s opiate embrace” 

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Surround me, drown me, engulf me

the essence of your desire has long

become the beating drum of my crimson

blood. Silence now has a curved edge,

warm and delicious it licks across my skin

my palette accustomed to your

embrace, opiate love, in a storm

of ferocious passion, I hear the poison

as it lulls through the shadowed

maze of my mind, and I am lost to

it’s intrinsic beat, a harmony

of ancient touch caressing my soul. Look

here at the constellation of your kisses

as they trail my skin, for all that you are

I hang on the dependency of my need.

I hang upon the dependency of our love

dark and relentless it is the beacon

of my spirit.

Karen Hayward ©2017

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A whisper on golden rays.

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Yonder ethereal skies your essence

sweeps across my soul embracing

my darkest shadows with tender

kisses of devotion. And I am defenseless,

the ancient echo of love sung by the morning

bird tingles across frozen drops of dew.

Spiraled imprint of frost delicately

painted across whimsical dreams thawing

at the warmth of your tongue,

the caress of your lips,

the embrace of your love that

traverses

countless seconds dispersing the atoms

of our existence.

Breaking times barrier,

colliding with celestial storms

reaching now from beyond the realm,

a single flame we burn in the echos

of our infinite universe an eternal

love the expansion of our souls united in

a chaotic flurry of brilliance.

Karen Hayward * ©2017

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Soldier of ancient knowing.

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My soul is the creation of a million broken pieces,

decoupaged together with vintage paper towels

covering cracks, slithers of white glue barely filling

the crevices of histories voice echoing through the

lost caves of innocence.

Smashed China, pastel floral’s

lost in the vivid hues of self destruction…I wear my scars

with the whispered honor of shame, the rivets caused

by the dull blades have become storage boxes of rational

thought, irrationally taped together in tears that fall only as

darkness reigns…Even I must stay relatively sane.

And deep within this constellation of thoughts I search

the battle ground for your essence. Praying I will find you

safely jumping across the stepping stones of

my existence, but alas my horizon is clear and yet

I feel you so near. A soldier of love I find you

peeling back torn memories, embracing the deep

etches of self doubt and kissing away the deep echos of

darkness that shroud me from light. My honored Knight

taking arms against this lifelong fight.

My soul…

is the creation of a million broken pieces,

decoupaged together with your love and vintage paper towels

covering cracks, slithers of white glue and your gentle insistent

whispers of encouragement  filling the crevices of histories

voice echoing through the lost caves of my innocence.

Karen Hayward ©2017

Image Michael J.Garland. ©2017

The Essence of Gold Dust.

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Drowning in the essence of your love,

pool of desire pulling me in as your

ocean embraced my soul in sudden

distraction as the air was pulled from

my loveless lungs. Seconds turned

to minutes, hours crashing through

days melding into weeks…now time,

is the foundation of our existence.

Clarity of thought to which you have

whispered, a constant ebb of love,

the ocean, Pandora’s stained essence.

You? You are the gold dust sprinkled

on the oceans surface, calling to my soul,

pleading I rise, I breathe, I live …I love.

Treading water beneath horizons of eternity,

celestial skies illuminated in your

cyan eyes.

Claimed?

I have never felt so free.

Karen Hayward ©2017

Poetry.

 

This is a fantastic baby project being created within a g+  poetry community that can be found here. In this issue, I have three pieces published, I wont say what pages because you’ll miss out on seeing all the other awesome poets and poems. It’s a great read!!

Oceans Light.

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Iridescent thoughts of devotion, a Celtic calling, ancient essence whispers on oceans breeze. Do you hear the echo of my love beneath the waters edge? Walk with me in the swirling tide, oceans haven caressing our toes, suns warmth against our skin, count the freckles upon my shoulders as I count the kisses upon your lips whilst the ocean whispers across waves of descent, searching the depths for the oceans King. Chanting through coral reefs, singing through swimming fish the ancient calling with joyous delight for the child of the ocean has found her light.

Karen Hayward ©2017