http://slow.writerscafe.org/Harlon The original writings of author rivers en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775981031 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 just a flock of birds in the midnight sky rhapsody beheld in dreamful eyes ,staring up at a sky full of starsoh !       oh !           sweet creation! what a hallowed solace&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1480183/ Come swim withinthis broken silencethe raging river inside beckonsthe cadences we hearare the untamed waters spring forth ,overflowing , borne this beating hearteroding this ardent heart's shorelines ,leaving the thrummed edges wildprevailing currents , no longer able to b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1294542/ There seems to be a very poignant circle ending/beginning and a crossroads... as this season changes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1260152/ ...a prose narrative about a life journey while climbing to the ice and snow packed summit of a 12,000 foot dormant volcano in the Cascade Mountain's in the Northwestern, USA. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1180032/ A poesy of wild flowers paint a peaceful watercolor palette; their tantalizing pastel ecstasy, infused a serene stillness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1169796/ Something inspired by a mother and a son I have never meet...unconditional love... maybe there is hope where once there was none...what will become of love if we keep it hidden? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1169010/ There was a moment when I awakened with a giant tree leaning against my back … I thought to myself , “ I am so small , so insignificant … how can I possibly bear such a heavy load ?” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1168294/ . . . Cathartic writing dealing with the short fuses of rising anxiety levels from life's side effects . . . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1167510/ The realities of self examination is a slippery slope. "There is someone in the mirror I can’t recognize"... although it seems like there are eerie familiarities I used to know by heart... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1167494/ He knew he would never suffer from the madness they perceive...It’s easy to look the other way when you’re blinded by what you see... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1167473/ ...a freestyle narrative prose poem about unrequited love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1167010/ a poem about the ambiance of the full moon on a spring night...the eerie sound of eloquent harmony... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1166585/ Everybody is looking for some light; deafened by the blinding glare http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1163333/ This poem is a tribute to a traumatic life lived that could no longer be saved … It has taken a few years to write something about someone I did not know until our fated intersection that April 21st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1162256/ Have you ever thought about the space between? The space is as infinite as the list of possibilities. In this case the silent void between a visual bolt of Lightning and the Thunderclap ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1161116/ The garden of the heart and soul needs a caring gardener’s passionate touch Suspended in a moment shyly withdrawn and wondering; Lamenting passing season’s lessons of trust http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1159894/ Hushed sighs exhale secret wishes heard from the hidden shoreline, a stone’s throw away. You can’t ever get back the wish after the coin is thrown http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1158825/ Embracing our imperfections...cathartic writing from a dark moment's persection http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1158300/ . . . Spring storms have a certain peace to them in the wake of their aftermath, even though they cause damage with their fast moving fury http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1157379/ The enchantment of the moonlit night has a thousand eyes all naturally aglow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1152927/ How long before the final teardrop has fallen? Will it take an immeasurable amount of time? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1150601/ There is a secret place you go where no one can follow your traces A place to get what you want but not what you need ~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1149709/ I watched as the red sky dawned as you boarded that train. Abandoned and left behind bearing the weight of the burden of these roots grounded in the bed rock of my history http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1149586/ A romantic poem~ Surrender to love’s song as the tides of love flood the barren tide pools of lonely hearts ~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1124645/ …sometimes I cry…others see it and are afraid to be near, thinking it is about my darkness…they do not realize the tears are about theirs… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1123870/ Crawling across the barren cactus wilderness... Chasing this impossible dream... a narrative prose poem, from beneath the sweltering desert sky... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1116934/ ...pondering a sleepless night http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1116237/ ...a free form narrative prose poem with thoughts of the allure of old fashioned romance. A time when it was about the journey not the destination... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1114977/ ...the sun comes up one morning and in the blink of an eye it all dawns on you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1113837/ creative expression begins with the moment something appears in front of your minds eye...as an empty page taunts thoughts and evolves moments http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1113326/ ... Thoughts about new beginnings and ultimately moving on ... understanding we only get one journey around the circle of life, to shine on ~ " People Let Your Light Shine "... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1112715/ daylight wanes...now measured by moments and melted candle wax...tick tock~tick tock in the silence~passing time can not be stopped...only the diminishing firewood pile reminds of the passing season~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1090501/ This poem was inspired by a profoundly enlightening human being...a gift from Abba to the universe...a source of luminosity far brighter than these words could ever express... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1090028/ never closer than arms length, yet never out of mind… so close and yet so far away... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1089217/ ... waiting for the pending winds of change to blow the perfect storm's clouds past ... A long awaited metamorphosis ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1088581/ There are some years in life when we look back and wonder how we ever made it through…This is that year and it is not over yet, but I will make it through. Narrative about waiting for biopsy results http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1088461/ A narrative prose poem about life’s written portfolio... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1087937/ A poem about not giving up hope even though the odds of finding meaningful human connection seem daunting at times. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1085843/ In times of trepidation I weigh thoughts and measure words, pondering the meaning of my unknown destiny... my life's worthiness and purpose...it's been a difficult year and yet I am mostly whole... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1085718/ A narrative free form prose poem about the many crossroads of our journeys… when all purpose seems “Too Misunderstood”... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1075016/ Free form narrative prose poem...Moonlight moves across the shadows of love born beneath the trees...Two shadows emerge as one... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1074425/ awakened…by a voice breaking the silence of slumber standing quietly tall unable to check out of a dream that’s already come and gone… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1072409/ "love is a season that came to pass"... a poem written on a lonely stormy night seeking cathartic healing... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1071309/ Weave the threads of this life into your life’s rich tapestry...Braid my true nature intimately into your silky-smooth hair as if it were a seamless interwoven strand... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1070669/ Our precious moments together are an oasis...A place were new beginnings evolve into vivid life... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1069042/ Contemplation through creative writing...It’s a long way from way back then to here and now...Thoughts about the nowness of an unfinished journey from the cradle to the grave... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1068602/ Will love have a beginning that never ends? Unconditional oneness...Sharing the eternal now… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1066547/ a poem that speaks to so many things…to careers ended, relationships that ended, people that passed on, friends that weren't, ships that sailed and crossroads seen vividly in the rear view mirror... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1066519/ The sultry summer midnight hour came and went as the full moon's illumination magnified the sun scorched fields of forevermore...A Coyote Moon chapter written as a narrative poem of folklore tales. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1036313/ An emotional, personal write, reflecting the circle of my father's life. How we are still connected even though his physical form has passed. His spiritual sense remains within my soul eternally. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlon/1034752/