I fell between the cracks…

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I fell between the cracks, landed gently in your palm.

 Look at me.

I blossom within your touch,

my petals flush deep pink.

Your essence is nourishment to my soul,

I burst into colour upon your touch,

my fragrance disperses upon the breeze

at your tease

and I am free.

My muse?

Perhaps, but perhaps…more…

such a term seems irrelevant to your

enchantment upon me.

The epitome of inspiration,

your existence dances crimson red through my mind ,

 fire burns within this poet to delve into realm of belief ,

 fly naked upon the wings of Icarus.

I hear the rattle of forlorn warnings, don’t fly too high

don’t fly too low,

but I am at one with his spirit and we soar into skies of blue.

Tell me please the spell in which you have cast upon my spirit,

how is it so that I can feel peace within?

A gentle calm caressing …Me.

So many questions I am lost within your touch

the world has become a quiet lullaby

I hear only your voice and my whispers

as we synchronize across the atoms of time.

I wish to fly,

to become my existence,

to no longer linger in shadows…To see if only for a moment,

pride within your eyes.

The skies are again blue and I search for golden rays,

my eyes fall forever on you,

searching always for their dark embrace and silent caress.

Muse?

More than a muse,

you have woken the poet within,

you have woken my spirit with your delicate touch and affectionate love.

I am yours,

I have fallen between the cracks and landed gently in your palm.

My petals peel away,

my colour becomes vibrant,

my fragrance enriched,

I bloom at your touch,

my blossom is yours,

you are the gentle breeze that calms my soul,

you are the fire that sets me free,

oh hell, tell me please what have you done to me!

Karen Hayward ©2017

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Te amo.

*word of the day…Te amo…I love you.

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Te amo? Why of course, cursed presence the
distant echo of discord, fight or flight
to the corner I was forced. I pondered
broken thoughts disillusioned I fell hoarse.
Te amo? Utter disgrace, speak English.
Respectively you ask, my quaint anger
your passion fueled voice, assurances
that roots spoken, true essence…Te amo,
my love, calm waters among ebbing tides
Te amo? chaotic swirl, tragic tales
Shakespeare’s quill, ink dipped the heroine
in storms of fractured love and life’s repose,
Te amo? Such depth of understanding,
hindsight, patient echos, those stormy days.

Karen Hayward ©2017

I will write again today…

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I will write again today.

I will write every day,

I will write myself through

the dark shadows,

I will write until my

pen runs dry and my page

is a chaotic constellation

of creation.

I will write myself free.

I will write till I become

what it is you see in me….

I will write again today.

Karen Hayward ©2017

(Image and words)

Spring Seemed the Day When Love Came to Play

(By Michael J.Garland and Karen Hayward)
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My muse, my love,
I give to you the very soul
of my ink and the lifeblood
of my page.
Recto, verso…this blank canvas
is yours,
is mine,
is ours. Let us spill raw beauty upon the
cascading new horizons that befall us.

Our canvas splashed
with a riot of color.
We have a love to weather the hours.
A deepening beautiful,
Fated begins.
My love,
your love,
our love,
sit with me close ,
make love with our pens.
A lifetime of mornings to start it again,
is yours,
is mine,
is ours.
Spring seemed the day when love came to play.

Michael J. Garland ©2017
Karen Hayward ©2017
Michael J.Garland ©2017 Image.

Amber and Blue.

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Amber and Blue

When you think of me before I do
When you think of me instead of you
my everything in a world untrue
You are the silver and the gold
The amber and blue
A crescendo of rhythm in my heart unfolds
the little things you do,
is the everything I hold.
From amber and blue
aura everlastingly bold
I can feel love’s brightest glow
Let the the notions of love
be the binding glue
in you i find the beauty
In all that you do
Vibrant and alive..
like amber and blue
I can only cherish the fates that made you mine
A flaming joy in crystalline time
You are the sparkle the starlight sublime
The gravity that holds me close to you.
the beauty of love in the amber and blue

(c) 2016 Michael J. Garland
(c) image Karen Hayward

More of Michael’s amazing poetry can be found on his Google plus page…

https://plus.google.com/+MichaelJamesGarland/posts

I contemplate…

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I contemplate a lifetime’s vocabulary,

the word-stock of my existence, I hunger

for the fruits of my expression.

In my mind I browse the sub folders of

reality, Shakespeares sonnets, tales

of love and tragedy.  Dickens victorian view

of love, I regard Miss Havisham

and her devotedness and broken heart.

Monetarily I ponder Estella, I pity her.

I glance through Marlowe, Byron,

Coleridge, Tennyson, Blake, Wordsworth

but alas even they have not written of

this love I have for you. I search the

lyrics of my souls melodies and listen

as the beats create chaos in my spirit.

Still I can not find the perfect way

to describe, that your love is my day.

Perhaps I’ll search a lifetime

to find the perfect way,

at least by then you’ll know,

my love was made to stay.

Karen Hayward ©2016

 

 

What it is to be the muse.

I’ve been reading up on the ‘Muse’ what they are, their purpose and the relationship between artist and muse. I suspect there will be plenty more muse inspired poetry to come, but for today this poem is partly inspired by, Pablo Picasso and two of his muses, Dora Maar and Maria-Therese Walters.

Dear Future Muse,

I will momentarily stop time at the very moment we meet so that I can drink in the fine details of your face, the way your fringe falls across your eye and the taste of your soul against my skin.

I will worship the very air you breathe and lock it away in jars with red gingham caps.

I will encapture your soul and place it upon the page decorated with the gentle musk of your hair and the blue oceans of your eyes.

I will transform your spirit into rhyme and it will skip across the page humming to the morning birds.

I will explore your body with vigour, tasting the curves, becoming the pleasure that tingles your skin. You will be my art.

I will use your soul to paint your blank canvas in vivid colours of love, desire will sit on your lips in the same way of a promised hint of a kiss.

You will be etched on my every thought.

You will be engraved in my shadows.

Together we will explore what it is to be human pushing the boundaries of touch.

My every art will be you.

I will love you as no other can.

Then I will move on as my eye is caught in the radiant sun, the dark moon, the salty ocean. Then my heart will move on and I will create new art.

Karen Hayward ©2016.