#StructuredPoetryClass#TheLune
Fierce winds tumble through
A cyclone
change is in the air
Karen Hayward ©2017
No claim to image
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#StructuredPoetryClass#TheLune
Fierce winds tumble through
A cyclone
change is in the air
Karen Hayward ©2017
No claim to image
( The Italian Sonnet. )
My dearest, I do not forget your name
or whispered promises, tomorrow’s breeze
carries still your message, stand tall, fly free,
ageless spirit unburden fickle shame.
Resistance, for wild souls remain untamed.
Allow never again this heart to freeze
To love in abandoned hues will appease
lost embers of oceans eternal flames.
Yet, I feel the drumming echo of fear
pure porcelain pieces scattered across
the floor, vulnerability so near.
To not give is such a regretful loss
awakened I search the celestial sphere
for regret, is too much a haunting cost.
Karen Hayward* ©2017
Image and words
English / Shakespearean Sonnet
Afresh, the past a lingering shadow
lost flowers among a field of old weeds.
Creeping through life’s journey, poison grows
for blossom always, do the fears we feed.
Alas, I must abstain from dark beliefs.
Water not those drowning in fallen tears.
We shall tend our petals, water our leaves.
With love, adoration, our future clears.
This bloom upon my heart, your honeyed touch
loves gently imposed photosynthesis.
Clarity! I see you have tended much
beyond dark shadows of lingering mist.
Be us not lost flowers in life’s treason,
Be us weeds, loves blossom beyond reason.
Karen Hayward ©2017 (Words)
Michael J. Garland ©2017 (Image)
Anticipation
impassioned senses flaming,
enthusiasm peak.
Karen Hayward ©2016
Silent wandering
through broken reality
the insanity
an insatiable thirst of
a faithless society.
Karen Hayward ©2016
Soft white feathered wings
an illusion created
protective comfort.
Karen Hayward ©2015.
Hear silent whispers
beneath the bridge of paradise
an eternal beauty.
Karen Hayward © Image and words 2015.
Thanks
forgone
united
kingdoms moment
lost reserving gratitude for harvest.
Karen Hayward (Copyright 2015)
Celebrating death.
Cadaver transformation.
The eternal grave.
Karen Hayward (copyright 2015)
Soft fingers glide tired
skin warm flushed craving embrace
comfort to sleep safe.