http://slow.writerscafe.org/christinewhy The original writings of author seaNobody en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776119657 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Could I have remedied your sullen faithWhen all was healed and I remainedShrouded in a dim earthWhere I scrambled for my mirth When shall I deem you my beloved Fay? --by the grave and day by dayYou Hear the bell of sunken rage! All for what, and did you keepThe soft flickering.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/christinewhy/1001609/ Oh seething grace of the shepard's Woes- Tis so, I have all but lost my wretched soul Now time is nothing but a ghostly mythInto the swamps of a writhing DisRaising darkness to a deathly Mist Upon my shadowed continance  Haven't you seen that immortal cloud.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/christinewhy/1001021/ Oh! For soothe I have graced the day With my pleasant prowess of flighted rageWhere blindly I stand, beholden to the sageOf a captured night of reeling waves Can you stand upon the mounted glareOf Reason's shame there and thereIn land and time I can not shareWhere is my dre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/christinewhy/1001007/ and--am I not Still here! and have I relinquished my being, before I BeganTo Be?  Somehow, I think I was destined to live Hard, and in tears of what  Should've, and Could'veAnd Might've beenBut now, I'm a SurrealistAnd I am free to dream!  By God's h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/christinewhy/999540/ O' have you found YOUR THING?That twinkling of a child prodigy you HOPED you'd be? That child haunted by the the Anti-Christ, Your FatherAt that heavy Oak DoorKnocks... and you are Afraid!  What keeps you and your true loveA secret, magical Timesfolded Away from .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/christinewhy/998388/ a whala-be a rooz! can you think of triangles and the symposium on Platonic essential Tree-thing? Are you compatable with me and what is your relationship to your underwear. Call me under the robes, egalitarian but quite set on the difference between good and evil. Wear this, the closet of shame, th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/christinewhy/998385/ I wait like a silent duck, or a moo-cow. Becauses it is morning, I shall hang on, a little, for my spirits. The picture on T.V. is of Christ: a still screen of The Savior's face. But the V-hold goes out, and the zig-zag of the screen makes me yell. "You shall not fall!" Please rock no mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/christinewhy/994763/ Now is the time, The stage, the mime!  To stare into the SeaWhere shall I be? In a face, or in the muse?Could I play to confuse? I must be on stagePut me up, or put me away. And then let the days endCome and teach me Zen What is this holinessD.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/christinewhy/994740/ waiting, like a dead flyto be resurrected Exceptthe rational glareof sane and mechanical humis a stone making ascensionTo the skies of wild A quiet death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/christinewhy/981566/ Birdie, how do you fall? A pigeon's downof city street bluesand the coast is a smear of wildnessand i am perishable, open to rain, dissolvablesomewhere I dream to ponder of the thingsthat could be if this or that were indeed. . .Live! and put bee's wax in your ear.For the sirens are singing!what Spr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/christinewhy/981562/