Drowning in kaleidoscopic hues of colour, Plunging through suffocating screams of realism
Colour me in paint strokes of crimson blush
and the licked flick of a dandelions wish
kicked to the curb of impressionism
May Cezanne paint the stills of my soul
and Monet the echos of my wandering spirit
So I may inject their portrayal in arsenic
lining the canvas with mercury
till the Mad Hatter stops for tea
and the White Rabbit runs out of time…
But for the storms that rage
rains that cleanse,
washing toxicity from the chaos
so I may spend my days
in monochrome exile.
Karen Hayward ©2018
No claim to image – Cliff Walk at Pourville, 1882 — Claude Monet
Indifference brought on by misadventure
snakes it’s way across my skin
taking root within my mind.
A rebellious soul would kick back.
An indigo child would perhaps simultaneously
implode and explode sending
ferocious atom’s scuttling to the shadows.
A troubled soul would delve into the pits
of self mutilation of the psyche.
And I am lost swimming in unknown
The shadows have been my company for too long.
I yearn to blossom among the crowds.
I endeavor to be adored, to reach for stars
to dance beneath twilight skies,
to waltz through the clumsiness of adventure.
I do not want to hide within the darkness
I want to shine among the illuminated skies.
Karen Hayward ©2016 (Image and words)
Indifference sits in place
of the sanctuary upon
my sleeve, loneliness is
my private haven
it whispers to me in the twilight
hours, calling to me in melodic
tones of love.
Karen Hayward ©2016
Word prompt, survival
Encapsulated essence of eternity
captured in the atom that was dispersed
upon you and fell upon me on the breeze
of indifference. Floating disparagingly
with disregard for reality in search
for the fantasy of the fallen few.
Karen Hayward ©2016 (Words and Image)