I am the silk of the dew soaked web


… the gentle calm
intrigues me
a chaos you knew would
by your words?
Or innocent intent…

… or is it that I find
your soul in the
mornings mist
embracing me
holding me
loving me
at my side
as it has been since
the start.

Karen Hayward ©2018
Image and words


From here I see the
night skies,
Deep blue with
muted clouds
speckled sparingly.
I feel the twilight
breeze, it’s scent
soft and welcoming,
Like an ancient
whisper calling
me home.
Warm lavender
caresses me
calming my mind
the damp promise
of rain kisses
my lips.
There is no moon
and the stars
hide behind a
blanket of
But there is you
and the soft hum
of sleep as
exhaustion wins.

Karen Hayward (c) 2017
Image and words

The distorted rush of water.


The silent calm of stilled waters,
the deep rush of stirring thoughts.
The silent lull of a perfect reflection,
the excitement of distortion.
The whispered surface of swans ever love,
the stormy waters of passion.
The silent solitude of nothingness,
and the drummed out rush of the world.

Karen Hayward ©2016(words and image)

Whispers as I dream.

In the safe realm of my other world

you crept through, once again.

A moments recognition as I

traveled through the unseen.

You always see me there,

and I always see you there.

The presence is acknowledged without

words. Our words are rarely shared.

Our non verbal communications

are clearer than any letters we can

string together. I always wake, reality

dragging me back as my fingers reach out

to touch as my subconscious makes a last

ditch attempt to whisper to me at a time

when my mind is calm enough to hear.


Karen Hayward ©2016


Brutality of profanity.

How many times can i swear in a poem?

One fucker, two fuckers, three fuckers, four.

Let’s grab a dictionary and search some more.

But my poem has to read right, it has to have a flow,

I don’t want people thinking what a bloody asshole!

I need to shape the form and add a little theme…cream?

No rhyme for that it would seem!

I want to say the c word, I want to scream it loud

but some would say, now Karen it ain’t word to shout proud!

So bitch fuck it is then, and bloody stupid dick

and please let’s not forget those stupid little pricks!

I’m running short on profanity oh boy this my reality

I live a life with out expression and is a brutality!




Calm intoxicates my mind.

Ever changing.
Ever thinking.
Ever needing.
Never stopping, never resting.

An open invite,


Muted, vivid saturation.

I see nothing,

I sense nothing.

I think nothing.


Calm intoxicates my mind.

Karen Hayward © 2015.