http://slow.writerscafe.org/alemma The original writings of author Annette Lemma en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776036166 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I never slept with himAt least there is that.I was infatuated with, addicted to, and consumed by himBut I did not give him what he really wanted, As it turns out.He said it was my faultFor flirting, For paying attention, For her leaving.He said he loves me, always has, alway.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alemma/1955143/ After the summer fun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alemma/1955127/ Walking between potholes on gray salty asphalt terrainI could be a sailboat chopping on the salty silver-white seaCovered by gray skies above, warning of a stormBreathing in gales of stark, vast Absence of color and feeling.Distant boats dot the horizon Or are they homes with mailbox buo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alemma/1876277/ A personal poem of gratitude to my family http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alemma/1837630/ Cricket symphony Plays background to Cicada staccatoTick tick tick tick tick tickAs they near the endOn a late summer day.Deciduous sunset Starring Solar Vista Performs theGrand Finale! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alemma/1828055/ Gentle pace gentle place filled with gracePaddles lapping rhythmic splashing guiding gliding rocking the way to the rocks where horses under their guides gracefully tastefully Prance and drink prance and drink prance and drinkThe mallard at take off sounding like a dog shaking off the wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alemma/1828031/ Near the Anniversary of September 11 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alemma/1233402/ inspired by 13 year old Aaron http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alemma/742820/ Why does one miss? What makes the memory synapse with the emotions to create a physical feeling of longing deep in the core of your being that hurts and hugs at the same time?I miss Italy, a country that I visited only once but dreamt about forever. I cannot say what I miss the most. The Land as bea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alemma/724600/ A herd of cows passed me todaytraveling north on Oysterdale Road.They stayed in their lane and followed their guide light on the farmer's truck.As I stared in admiration, I came to a stop.Passive, with ears taggedtheir hoofs clodded by.Their tails brushed against my minivan.Massive beasts gently col.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alemma/720021/ Moonlight dancesOn dogwood pirouettesIntricate angles of flexed limb Delicate pointsPoised to perfectionPlie`Wind-kissed crystalline gowns swayTwinkling iciclesSnow falls like stardustShimmering from heaven Releve`Senses awakenedA dreamy displayGraceful arrayAdage`.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alemma/370297/ When a friend leaves his family and goes to war he leaves behind so much more. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alemma/370287/ Like a wave you tumble toward me knocking me to my knees then with the strength of a rip tide as if you changed your mind you pull away  I am left in your wake heart pounding unsure whether to stand for another thrashing or anchor myself away from your force&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alemma/297189/ Summer ladies Color the roadside Lily, DaisySusan with Black Eyes Rosy, Queen Anne Reminiscing To the Strains of Cicadas whispering: Drinking Chicory Summer ladies Remember when You were Wild Flowers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alemma/288241/ Just because it's NASCAR Weekend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alemma/212779/ If you prefer English, scroll to the bottom of the page. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alemma/211570/ On a red-ink letter from Kenya You remembered a teenage promise: If not to me, you would Give yourself to God   With trembling hands and heart I knew it was too late to reply Or to admit that I had Forgotten Until tears mixed with red words That bled onto my fi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alemma/211564/   Sunbeams stream through Arches of sycamores Like a vision Steady beams of light bursting, penetrating As if God were peering down Onto the forest floor Peeking from above To see what was alive and living.  I am alive and living!  And if.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alemma/211560/ A poem about autumn....really. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alemma/211553/  Flying in unison theyswoop in circles and soar through the airdipping to the ground and looping up againtoo fast and there are too manythen they land On rooftops and powerlinesthey line up single-filenever stopping to measure where they fit inthey know just where they be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alemma/211548/ I know we are into deep summer when I hear the cicadas singingEver since I was a young girl on summer holiday I marveled at the chorus that ebbed and flowed through the treesWe used to call them locusts before we knew betterI imagined each summer that they would eat all the leave.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alemma/75542/