Atoms folding in

We are all broken
fragments of hope,
scattered tirelessly
through times
path across linear
dimensions
weaving through
planes of existence
here upon Terra.
Poor ageing Terra.

Then Gaia kissed life
into us, the skin
was her canvas
and the scars the
colours as Mother
painted energy
between the deep
rivets adding gentle
brush strokes of
silent hues
and vivid screams
of life.

Her paints run low now,
her waters are dry,
the air dirty,
her creation is
decaying, compromised,
the canvas rotting…

Karen Hayward ©2018

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Gaia cries stolen tears

Gaia screams from within her core
cries ebbing upon earthly shores,
For the unbloomed flowers
and trees that don’t tower
For the stagnant tides
suffocating in yesterdays High.
For lost souls, dying spirits
and empty chests where a heart should sit.
Gaia whimpers, sobbing free
Her pulse felt in waving leaves
Those same waving leaves felt her pulse
an echoed cry, knowing now,
the end is nigh, the prophecy was not false
Gaia cries for all that feel
death is ours, death is real.

Karen Hayward ©2018
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International woman’s day…Warriors born of love. 

Mother? 

Wife?

Home maker? 

Peace keeper? 

Nurturer? 
Fuck that, us women are 

God damn warriors, 

Our love is our Excalibur

Our patience is our armour,

Our wisdom is our strength,

And our calm is our balance…

Women…humanities warrior

we shall slay all foe

that threaten the harmony

Of our creations, 

Woman  ..  Gaia’s warrior. 

Karen Hayward * ©2017