http://slow.writerscafe.org/Goldilocks The original writings of author Llysofar en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004820 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15    I r u n from theh o r i z o nw i t h   t h e s e  words that lead me onwardsto the truth of my e x i s t e n c ebut the road g r o w s   e v e r   w i d e r       till I cannot&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Goldilocks/208559/ There's a wordthat came by,very gently,one night,and I can't remember your name. There's a feelingI felt.early morning,one day,never bettered,or maybe unsaid. There's a personI knew,long ago,in my head,even youngerbut somehowthe same. Relinqui.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Goldilocks/208542/ Written to describe a black and white photo of a wintry scene, but with more in mind, I think. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Goldilocks/207349/ Possibly a slightly unreal view of the power of the sun.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Goldilocks/202705/    If there's a star out there,Can I sit in your flame?A place where I can baskin your gazewith no name. A harvest moon,a ray of sun,a flash of joyinside the gloom. A beam of lightcan take you far -you stare at spaceand wander far. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Goldilocks/202655/                             Paddling on                    .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Goldilocks/153288/         GAIA        I try to heal the world today        from high,        as I go floating gently,        o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Goldilocks/143710/ I don’t know ifThis paneShould BeIn or out,Cut to pieces,Held up for a while,Ignored completelyPainted over,Or better still,Make a stained glass Feature.Now,This boat Always has a mast,Even when The sail is down...   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Goldilocks/123430/ Why would I think I am nobody? That flew through me today, like a knife. Then I thought, at least I'm not ANY body, and EVERY body would be SUCH a crowd. So let's say, that I am SOME body - someone out there, no face or favour. Then NO body doesn't seem so bad! .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Goldilocks/123084/ The strange presence of nature, carrying on regardless... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Goldilocks/122154/ This was originally going to be called Hard Black - after a pencil - but a musical theme changed that. It was written on the spur of the moment, with reference to a relationship that ended. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Goldilocks/120534/           Untamed, savage, desolate - I have wandered through many places since early childhood, but I still think of the wilderness as a place in my head.  Anywhere that is difficult to reach, rugged, self-sufficient - even intoxicating. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Goldilocks/120433/ Could cheerfulness be that easy ? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Goldilocks/82347/ The red river valley is overgrown with moss. the sand is beached, without a sea to nurture, watch, or venerate. Old companions - years apart. How the ocean worshipped us when we were near in nature. And then the ices came, Sea creatures were lost inside the time be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Goldilocks/79012/ What's the matter? - in more ways than one :)(: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Goldilocks/77627/ Trauma,underminingflimsy trust,I keel over. Staringinto spaceI amsuddenly awareof all the rustthat brings downbridges. In the end,everythingwill go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Goldilocks/77626/ In the blue mirror A great tree stands, Incandescent, Green,ButTurned to Stone. Winds whoosh past, Pleading, urging. Clouds float over, Brushing Softly. Something's missing - In the bog, The life-force Lies and waits For theHoveringday.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Goldilocks/77257/ I suppose this is about rage - both real and imagined. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Goldilocks/76883/   I am being pulled into a vortex of passion, revealed in your eyes. Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Goldilocks/76877/