I close my eyes tight.
Abandoning my sight.
Hand pressed against my eye,
tears streaming, I try not to cry.
A small whimper escapes my lips,
As I move, and hop, and wiggle my hips.
The coldness soothes. No stinging now.
As I press the flannel against my brow.
The shampoo washes away,
Never in the eye again, I pray!
Karen Hayward ©2013 -Edited Image and words
The air is moist, here comes the rain
the poor brown cow, lays down in vain.
She nibbles at the fresh green grass
hoping the dark grey clouds will soon pass.
Droplets of rain fall upon her hide,
and she sighs, soggy grass for tonight’s side!
Karen Hayward ©2013 – Edited 2020 Image and words
No goodbye, no reason why.
No sorry and no lies,
No goodbye, no reason why.
History once again,
prevails its weakened soul.
So much forgiveness,
but the end is nye.
No goodbye, no reason why.
No sorry and no lies.
No goodbye, no reason why.
So undeserving of the truth
you offer silence instead.
When true words would
sooth a broken heart.
No goodbye, no reason why.
No sorry and no lies.
No goodbye, no reason why.
No empty lies.
No questions of why.
Just honest truth
Is loves real proof.
Karen Hayward ©2013 – Edited 2020 Image and words
I wanted to say broken
but you wouldn’t understand.
I wanted to say lonely
no ones there to hold my hand.
I wanted to say so much
but, there are so few I trust.
So I did the best I could
and simply said,
‘Hey, i’m good’.
Karen Hayward ©2013 – Edited 2020 Image and words
Choices, they have to be made
the game of life, it has to be played.
Stagnated, soured water and death
avoid all choices, and its all you have left.
Heart breaking decisions beyond all reason,
a heart that never changes, unlike the seasons.
It soon turns to ice learns only to hate
until you are knocking at the devils gate.
Choices they have to be made,
the game of life, it has to be played.
So be brave, my dear life soldier,
or else your precious soul grow colder.
Fear not the repercussions, but regret,
it will follow you, never to forget.
Karen Hayward ©2012 Edited 2020 Image and words
You see, his heart broke in two when he had seen it was you. You'd been absent so long he thought you were gone. Had moved on with his life and found a beautiful wife. And so his heart felt so blue because his soul misses you. Karen Hayward ©2012 - Edited 2020 Image and words
Sometimes, I sit and wonder. Is it my soul you plan to plunder? What then are you waiting for? Do you really think me the devils whore? Sometimes you sit and wonder can you really her soul plunder? What is she waiting for, you think 'My sweet, innocent devils whore'. Sometimes, they sit and wonder Late at night when the worlds in slumber. Why is fate so truly cruel? Is this the only way must we let the devil rule? Sometimes, the devil sits and plunder’s, all the thoughts of love and wonders. He shares with I and you the love to help us through each day that’s tough. One day we’ll sit and wonder for the lost days that life did plunder. And we’ll be grateful to the devil, that in our true love he did revel. Karen Hayward ©2012 - Edited 2020 Image and Words.
I sat on the stony shore as the soft ebbing tide drifted further away. The suns rays reflecting, of the seas surface, like gold dust, dropping from the sky. I close my eyes and, let the winter sun warm me. I can feel your kisses on my shoulder, they're soft and warm... My eyes open, I rest my head upon my knees. Fate is cruel. I look out at the blue/grey sky, and wonder why. Life is never easy and perfection is rare. But why does it taunt me. I close my eyes, go back to my memories, they're all I have now. All I will ever have. I never knew that I would actually miss you. Karen Hayward ©2012 - Edited 2020 Image and words
Descriptive prose…
I am small and edible. My skin is a mixture of Black (but could be considered brown) and muted white. I am life, I have the ability to bloom and procreate. Some of us are eaten, some are not. Those of us who are not eaten, start life in a dark, cold and damp environment. My new home needs heat, and as long as I am kept damp and warm I will begin to grow.
My body arches towards the warmth that motivates me, pushing against tremendous weight, I stretch until finally the darkness is gone and all around me is light. But my fight goes on, I need more heat, more light and so my body stretches even more so. I am faced with challenges, my home grows dry, dehydrating my body, slowing and sometimes stopping my growth and from above cold drops of water are poured heavily down upon my weak body, only the strong can with stand the pressure.
As my body grows and reaches for the skies, the wind whips around my tiny frame, threatening to snap my body beyond repair. Evolution has prepared me, and my body thickens, the heat grows more intense by the day and calling me closer, it is love, and I must go to it.
I am growing taller now, green, my skin is rough, my body thick and my limbs growing larger everyday. I do not have a look of anything spectacular, I have a head green, rough, but shapely. And still I grow. I am stronger now, but need help to stand alone,I have outgrown my environment and can see beyond the walls that cage me.
I can grow no more, I am becoming weak, I open my heart. It is now that I shine, my heart is open, and there I reveal new life, so small and perfectly placed, my true beauty revealed, I am spectacular, vibrant, my crown glowing among so much green.
Answers on a post card….
Karen Hayward © 2012 – Edited 2020 Image and words
I love you so much and yet I cannot say the words, for you don’t belong to me. I am Instead left with hope, and clichés but even that is not a guarantee. So I wait in line, with all my patience Ignoring the imperfections of life And the stirring emotions of my adolescence So that no one can sharpen their sinful knife. I've sacrificed for you, for them for everyone this love, so you can live out your life, happily. I will linger eternally in shadows of our dreams that cannot be. Karen Hayward ©2012 - Edited 2020 Image and words
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