Arrow of Eros penetrates my heart free from sinful cost.

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Shakespearean sonnet attempt using #poetslineprompts for inspiration)

Ensnared within a spell bound utterance
candescent waves whisper to me forgotten
secrets, oculus, divine sustenance
nourishing essence celestially sent.

Abandoned to lustrous liberation
ethereal kalopsia, mirage
of primal existence, arts creation
painted beneath naked monolith stars.

Whimsical wisps of fantasy tear stained
embraces ancient scent of purity
passion brings forth efflorescence long waned
essence awakes carnal reality.

My Psyche disarmed, arrow of Eros
penetrates my heart free from sinful cost

Karen Hayward ©2017
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Regretful stance in essence of whispered tombs.

( The Italian Sonnet. )

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My dearest, I do not forget your name
or whispered promises, tomorrow’s breeze
carries still your message, stand tall, fly free,
ageless spirit unburden fickle shame.
Resistance, for wild souls remain untamed.
Allow never again this heart to freeze
To love in abandoned hues will appease
lost embers of oceans eternal flames.
Yet, I feel the drumming echo of fear
pure porcelain pieces scattered across
the floor, vulnerability so near.
To not give is such a regretful loss
awakened I search the celestial sphere
for regret, is too much a haunting cost.

 

Karen Hayward* ©2017

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Wild Ginger.

English / Shakespearean Sonnet

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Afresh, the past a lingering shadow

lost flowers among a field of old weeds.

Creeping through life’s journey, poison grows

for blossom always, do the fears we feed.

Alas, I must abstain from dark beliefs.

Water not those drowning in fallen tears.

We shall tend our petals, water our leaves.

With love, adoration, our future clears.

This bloom upon my heart, your honeyed touch

loves gently imposed photosynthesis.

Clarity!  I see you have tended much

beyond dark shadows of lingering mist.

Be us not lost flowers in life’s treason,

Be us weeds, loves blossom beyond reason.

Karen Hayward ©2017 (Words)

Michael J. Garland ©2017 (Image)

Backward Shakespearian sonnet….that breaks pretty much every poetry rule for a sonnet 🙂

Spent skin gleaming beneath the suns essence

the moments ecstasy in your souls presence.

Spirits entangled by passions embracing kiss

need taking rise to desire burning through veins.

Fulfilling a surprisingly delicious wish

love stripping bare those who are sane.

Words spilling out across the page that is bare,

moments of time en-captured by light

Privacy a room that only we share.

When such is, that we finally caught sight.

Flirtatious scribbles blazened the skies

hesitance, wonder, curiosity wins out,

Devilish thoughts of could I least try

to discover the essence of what you’re all about.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016