… the gentle calm
a chaos you knew would
by your words?
Or innocent intent…
… or is it that I find
your soul in the
at my side
as it has been since
Karen Hayward ©2018
Image and words
From here I see the
Deep blue with
I feel the twilight
breeze, it’s scent
soft and welcoming,
Like an ancient
calming my mind
the damp promise
of rain kisses
There is no moon
and the stars
hide behind a
But there is you
and the soft hum
of sleep as
Karen Hayward (c) 2017
Image and words
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)
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
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!
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.
I feel serenely calm,
blue skies above
And soft summer breeze,
Smooths away the rough.