Category: escapism

Without the Rainbow Pieces.

Photo courtesy of Walter E. Gantt. ©2016

‘Pieces of a Rainbow.’

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I feel a vast emptiness inside of me,

spreading through the black storm

clouds, I search for my Rainbow and

I recall you gave it away.

And I search  for my love

and I remember you gave it away.

And I wonder where is my passion

and I recall you gave up that too.

And I ponder the way we once connected,

perfectly synchronized

and I don’t even try as you gave that away…

And now I wonder what is left…

A future?

A future without love

without passion

without soul

…is a slow and torturous death.

Karen Hayward ©2016

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Incandescent love of rain.

I dash into the overgrown garden

to grab in drying washing as drops of

rain pebble across the pink fleece.

For a moment I pause and let the

coldness fall onto my face, eyes searching

the skies as this instinctual pleasure rises

in me. I must decide. The dry washing

or a moment spent in utter abandonment.

My soul wins again.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016

Captured bonding.

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Wisps of self on a southern breeze,
withheld temptation
scuttling to your knees.
Responsive indignation.
A harboured wish to be free
yet caught in relations.
Too blinded by forward sight to see,
the flip side of taught appreciations.

Karen Hayward ©2016

Hi, I mean hey, I mean let’s play!

Hey,
I mean Hi,
I mean you have eyes
the colour of the sky.
I know this and we both
know why.
I’m shy.
But every time I see you, I try.
Hi.
I mean hey,
So great to see you again
today.
Is there really anything for us to say?
‘Hey, how’s you, all good, okay.
Perhaps I’ll see you at the park later, to play.’
Dear God do I pray
On this fine, fine day.
Hey, I mean Hi,
You’re my gift of desire as I walk to the school,
those eyes, deep blue pools,
I wonder do you have charisma, a players tool.
Just a little glance, so I still look cool,
You’re already looking, phew I don’t look a fool.
Still, chin up, try not to drool,
Wish someone would tell me the bloody rules.
Hi, I mean hey, I mean, I give you a smile
As its been a while
And we both know in reality, this is our style,
Hey, blue eyes
My summer sky,
One day, we will say Hi.

Karen Hayward ©2016

Mundane versus excitement.

It’s the mundane that creeps under my skin and through into my mind.

The unimaginative chores, repetition, repetition, repetition. Tits.

You see that right? The way the brain scrambles through the letters

looking for excitement. The mundane is the most dangerous it’s

when that part of my brain is most alive. It’s the mundane I fear.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016

 

Figuratively.

A parallel universe

of this diverse perversity

where there’s a deep purple haze

of insane reality.

A universe where broken

is the expected speciality,

so follow me, baby

we’ll lose all rationality.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016.

Between the seconds.

In the few moments of empty space

before time ticks leaving behind no trace,

in between the seconds and as the minutes

connect. My thoughts become suddenly erect.

A wandering fantasy with the key to my mind

for you there is no waiting in line.

Emergence ocurred as grains fell between

the moments of time seen and unseen.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016