I dream of a deep turquoise lake. Sunlight skipping from edge to edge
leaving a trail of sparkling gold dust. I dream of soft lush grass of
deep green, each blade tickling my bare feet. Daisies growing wild
as far as the eye can see in beautiful curving waves besides dandelion
clocks that sway in the warm summer breeze. The serene melody of
the song thrush calling to her mate as the blue tit sings a chorus of love
beneath a cloudless sky of powder blue as dragon flies dance in
soundless rhythm chasing one other without care. As lady bugs pause
upon my hands and I count the black dots that contrast so beautifully
against their scarlet red skin before they flutter away. Here is where
I wish to lay, to pass away my day, eyes closed I can hear the earth
feel its mirth, hear the soft lapping water and feel the warm burning sun.
It is here that I can finally feel at one.
A day of rest,
jimmys and vest.
Odd socks on,
i’ve not got long.
Fill up my coffee cup,
then put my feet up.
Read the mornings papers,
sun burns the frosty vapours.
Oh how I love the Sunday hush,
soft, delicate and void of rush
Karen Hayward (copyright) 2015.
You are the tingle on my tongue,
the flutter in my blood,
the devil in my thoughts,
the trust in my spirit.
You are the words on
the visions in my dreams.
You are an apparition,
more tempting than the apple,
more rewarding than the tree.
Further than I can see.
You grow upon another’s
Looking for the drifting wind,
to take you back to her again.
I can taste the flesh,
but not the apple,
I can drink the juice,
but not taste the flavour.
Ain’t a single thing you can say,
or date for you to play,
that’s gonna break my fucking soul,
I just wanna tell you,
just so you know,
I see the creeping eye,
I know the fucking lies.
Go ahead and play this game.
So you’ve forgotten my name,
and that’s okay,
cos when i leave you
on the ground
when you realise,
you’ve been found,
You gonna wish,
you gonna pray,
that you hadn’t
me this way.
But too late for
you made this
Sometimes, it is the lyrics to a song, or the beat, or simply the way a song makes me feel that inspires me too write. This poem was inspired by these lyrics…
“Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I’d done
But I don’t wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know.”
(Lyrics from, Gotye, Somebody that I used to know.)
Keeping it short and sweet today, it’s that kinda day.
‘When it feels like the entire world is conspiring against you, take a bath and drown that shit!’
Go look at all the other great one liner Wednesdays over at Linda’s blog :-).
Fire burns inside of my soul,
an eternal glow.