A celebration of life?
I ponder what is such
And what is poetry
But for the empty void
of letters amassed
together to create a
void of existence
nullifying to the soul…
I declare in the twilight
hours of my despair
I shall never utter the
essence of your spirit
upon my page again
and in that instance
I wonder do I seize to
be a poet?
For even silence
tells a story..
petals peeling away
layers as the
sun warms and
Upon the new breeze,
telling me to reach
to the skies,
upon eternal wings,
fly, I hear, fly and
Karen Hayward* ©2017
Image and words.
Last night whilst my eyes were closed
and my mind shut down I dreamed
of the ocean. Clouds skirted above and
a grey hue hung from the air in crytalised
perfection. At first I stood alone,
just the grains of sand beneath my feet,
the damp mist at my skin and the soft
ebbing ocean that appeared to be stilled
and yet was simply moving in a low beat.
Then I saw her in the distance, laughing as
she ran in and out of the cool fresh ocean.
Droplets of water gently slipping through
the air and splashing, lovingly against her.
Her giggles of delight dancing across
the horizon, waltzing across the white
foam and cart wheeling across the shore.
I sat down and watched as she played at one
with the universe and the universe
Karen Hayward ©2015.
I’ve got tired eyes and a draining soul
come sit with me in the dark
and have me feel whole.
Place your hand where my fingers are
we’ll lay in silence and look at the stars.
Particles of energy will pass through our skin
the world will stop and we’ll have nothing to think.
Let me lose myself inside your eyes
see the reflection of a perfect moon lit sky.
And as the darkness engulfs us, we’ll feel peace
for a moment the emptiness will cease.
Karen Hayward (copyright 2015)