http://slow.writerscafe.org/BusyBee71 The original writings of author BuzzyB en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775934278 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Would you love me more if I were open or closed? Or somewhere in between?Would you love me better as a fenced garden or as an open field? Should I settle on you as dust or should I flap my wings and fly away?Should I cling on as chafftill brushed col.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BusyBee71/3124991/ I look at the river--I shiverHow long had I been in her? She pulled me in, I blacked out, my mind she numbed, my flesh she tossed about.Her fog rolled by, filling me on the slyClouding sight, laying mist on my eyes I look at the river--I shiverHer waters green, reeked wil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BusyBee71/3124855/ Setting the runway aflameI surge into the night,Sonic boom splitting earsI am a metaphor for speedDawn fractures along my wings,As my thrust amplifies.No better pilot than I.It's a gut-wrenching climbG-forces twisting spineI rise, as the altimeter groans.The earth’s shrin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BusyBee71/3124639/ He is a lamp post, seen yet unseen.A street sign no one reads.Like a billboard, he flashes loneliness in neon but no one blinks.He is a gaping gargoyle, meant to swallow the rain but never invited in, because he is no longer understood.Like the Phantom of the Opera,He lives beh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BusyBee71/3124023/ Come to me dressed in nothing but the night,With just a touch of moon upon your brow;Your lips, aflutter, ravens’ wings in flight,Your eyes a sea of secrets meant to stow.Undress the silence covertly with me,Till every word unspoken glistens nude;Longings whispered run furious an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BusyBee71/3123902/ A lock has a keybut that key may not be me.I twist painfully in that realizationwhen I should have slid inwith little or no effort.You said, once,you’re the key to joy, to life itself.You said, you’re the key to a forever door.So I waited for the click.But it turn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BusyBee71/3123734/ She was a womanpainted on a stone-cold wallMural was her name.She was art on concrete, on an ugly street Filling an empty space.A woman, mid-stretch,a yoga pose in place.Nothing provocativein the quiet lines of her face,sealed in cement, no pulse or breath,nor fleshly heat, a trace.But she was a wom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BusyBee71/3123711/ Do not go gentle into the night.You hold the rod that scatters earthLash out with all your might.Your flesh is on the waneYour days in the sun are done.As fleas to vanish in a lion’s mane.Time is coming for you,Its mouth a yawning abyss.So whip up chaos, let lose an apocaly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BusyBee71/3123611/ When I think of love, I smile--my smile, a wave skimming warm sand, for miles. It knows its place in the vast sea, yet is just content to be. Love has changed its colours, slow. Its hues murmur, flaming reds now softly glow. It has clung to the warmth and let the burning go. Love seen from my window.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BusyBee71/3123341/ It's been a couple of days,and so far, this year has been great,I truly love how things are.I’d like to keep it that way,from this golden start,to not ever stray.With all the good the yearhas brought in its wake,I’m looking to leavelittle room for mistakes.So wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BusyBee71/3122831/ You can change your name,but your shadow stays the same.Those who know youcan sense you in a roomyour breath, a rhythm known,your scent, a secret plume.You may alter skin, its tone,Never the underlying bone.The seas in your eyes are tracked,Your freckles too are mapped.They&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BusyBee71/3122659/ An old year stoops, grey shadows on his face,Each passing month left him with deeper marksHe bore the scars with unlimited grace,But earthly woes have left him feeling starkThe kindness in his eyes glimmers as tearsThe months have brought him pain beyond compareYet something warm still flickers thro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BusyBee71/3122568/ Should a poem come to restupon the crests of a heart,or slip lower insteadto rouse a fleshly part?Should it robe itself in meaning,layered slow and sweet,or burn a naked flame,awakening raw heat?It’s up to the poem, what she chooses to pursue;Mistress of her own intent,she’ll stir t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BusyBee71/3122549/ Now that the night of misgivings is past,Bleeding its dew upon the morning’s cheek,The blush of dawn upon a ledge is cast,And hope in tender pink begins to speak.Now you are gone, the doves of peace alightUpon the quiet stretches of my heart;They glide in gentle calm on win.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BusyBee71/3122468/ A poem hard to readonce glowered in rage,scorching through its page.It was a poem unbidden,never meant to be writtenIn places bitter, brokenfilling me with doubtsunspelt, unspoken.The poem and I didn’t sync;instead we shareda tenuous bond of ink.Wrapping itself in my fears,it settled.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BusyBee71/3122335/ I am a scribbler unknown,Invisible my name,Scribbling away in my void,unnoticed by fame.Of love and loss I write,through seasons of sun and rain;verses, stagnant pools,keep gathering but in vain.I am a scribbler unknown,a star devoid of blaze,a flame dancing alonebeyond your un.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BusyBee71/3122219/ She stole your heart Something that wasn’t mine So why do I feel as if she stole my destiny?Nothing was robbed Yet I still feel plundered As if a deity was  plucked from my sanctumleaving it empty and voidof any possibility.Your heart wasn’t m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BusyBee71/3122102/ Your flesh, I enmesh.Your heart, Iembrace; your lungs, I softly brace rising and falling likethe tide.Not lost, nor shatteredwhen taken from your side, I linger on theshores of your breathdusk or dawn, in life ordeath. An arch, an anchor, unspoken;a crucibl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BusyBee71/3122082/ I was the lump in you,Hardened by the years,A tooth weatheredyet firmly tetheredA milestone--familiar and true.That bone of yours--time-twisted,I was the bone that heldWhen the rest of you desisted. I was your spleen--toughened and dry,still the kind of sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BusyBee71/3121860/ Tears, blinding as stars,serve as guiding lightsin a season of cheer. Hopes, like snowflakes, fall and lose their pretty form, hardening into sheets of white despair beneath reds and golds. Joy. Magic. Love.Togetherness. Peace.These are the goblins, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BusyBee71/3121845/ I’m a basic poet, writing more to reveal than conceal. A skimpy bra of words often struggles to hold the ginormous mounds of emotion wobbling inside. I don’t like to look in much weeping flesh fills me with distaste. Nor do I sit fondling my e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BusyBee71/3121831/  Oland unknown, distant and blue,I’m sending my sunshine to you.A touch of gold for your great skies,While seasons grey storm through my eyes.I wish it would not go away,But my sunshine had this to sayIt longed to shimmer on your shoresAnd knock upon your lambent doors,U.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BusyBee71/3121770/ Your breath is sugar, sickly sweet,your heart is jelly, soft and beat.Blood turns to rocks in every vein, all red on white, as candy cane.Upon your tongue, a sheet of snow,on your grey skin, faint mildew grows.Sugar eats flesh away as frost, beg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BusyBee71/3121756/ There were a few starstwinkling in my sky,fighting the cloudsjust to shine for me.There were a few trees that stood firm,defying the sunto keep me in their shade.They were lakesthat refused to dry,waiting for me to turn up,sometimes, at their shores.They were flames.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BusyBee71/2960374/ My lily white .....Flesh - wrinkled.......Petals - crinkled.....Bird of light..............Danced her joy......Wept her love.......Face like dove...Lost in flight... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BusyBee71/2960266/