http://slow.writerscafe.org/summergrace The original writings of author Summer Grace en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017814 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 All those tragediesSo long agoUnder the snowAre silence now, silence nowBuried in snowAs the markersIn the winter cemeteryGo on and onUnder the winterSky, in the winter cityIt’s cold and peacefulAs those who diedYears ago slumber onHe died on a SeptemberNight when he was youngSo long ago but o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/2092889/ Shadows of GwendolynFall on her descendentsShe died young, she's aName on a death certificateIn Los Angeles, gone too youngThe story goes that sheWanted to be an actressIn Old Hollywood, it was the '20s and the '30s a worldThat seems far off todayHollywoodland, it was a signFor the dreamers in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1686812/ Summer nights, neon lightsIn the summer nights of San Jose, California dreamsThis is what California meansPalm trees and summerNights that people dreamOf faraway, California dreamingDay after day, night after nightWalking past, the lightsCast shadows in the darkThe neon lights glow blueThrowing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1389573/ Forest Lawn, HollywoodDreams some lost worldLong ago, I'll never knowOld stories and old namesDown the years they carryOn to a world those people Perhaps would never haveUnderstood- if they couldLost stories and lost namesForgotten and yet resurrectedIn the stories passed down inYears after ina.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1387509/ In old Ohio, a girl smilesWearing a flowered dressSitting in the grass, or takingA photograph, somewhereIn the long ago Ohio of blackAnd white photographsOf summer days long pastJune seventy two years agoDays many do not knowOf now so long ago summerGrass, fireflies, different timesAnd different liv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1379710/ The glamour of CaliforniaLures me from farawayThere's something aboutCalifornia, the beauty ofCalifornia a lingering longingFaraway for a place thatI've never been to the glamourOf California lures me Faraway whispers of theWest old dreams I stillChase of the glamourOf California dreams In.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1373696/ California in the rainAnd California in the sunIs California just theSame a beautiful dreamOf palm trees and theSea, dreams realized And those yet to beFantasies pave the Road to California Hollywood dreamsDreams of the seaDreams of the sunThere you can feelLike your life has begunIn .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1366005/ I do not know whatThe air is like at nightIn San Francisco it'sSomething I can onlyDream of the feel ofThe night in San FranciscoWhat is like it walkingAt night in San Francisco?Tall buildings and allThe lights palm treesAnd California nightsFaraway in San FranciscoThe photos of San FranciscoAt nigh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1352302/ Salt Lake City, 1929A young woman with short blonde hair and brown eyes looks out the window at the Utah mountains. ''Why do I have to be here?'' she thinks. ''Yes, I was born here, but I don't want to stay here''. Winifred looks out the window, and instead of Utah, she sees California. She wants to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1321458/ Moving on, Moving backWhat's wrong, what do we lack?It seems we lack summer timeSun and slumber sleep and sunlightFaraway from daylight thoughSun is everywhere, daylight is unawareBecause reality is daylight andReality's not here only goldenSunlight of summer's fantasyFaded already but fading beauti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1316070/ Flash Fiction- inspired by the 1919 book by Sherwood Anderson, Winesburg, Ohio..with a modern take. It was a spring day near Memorial Day weekend in 2012 in the small midwest town. The sky was alternately gray and sunny, peeking in and out of the clouds. The leaves on the trees were green, past.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1315091/ California poppies Orange on the hillsidesOf California in theSpringtime Blooming orangeOn the hills nearThe sea, in Nor CalNow that it's springtimeCalifornia poppiesMean spring near Oakland, in San JoseToday the winterThat never came isGone away, in the CaliforniaSpringtime fieldsOf .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1315003/ I follow my own pathWalking on summer grassI follow my own wayWalking far, far awayI live my own lifeNot the way they Do out there but theWay they do in hereRising sun winter graySetting sun summer dayWhat's better anyway?I look out of the darknessTo you, you look outOf the sunshine to meBut, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1314683/ uly, in the cemeteryAnd it's quiet as theIvory white tombstonesAre serene in the sunshineJuly, in the cemetery And it's warm in theSummer sunshine, The air is full of Summer quiet, cemeteryQuiet among the Tombstones and The statues above The graves of the longDead- on t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1314024/ In the cemetery in SacramentoThe roses bloom in theSpring, pale pinkTumbling over theTombstones in theSunshine in the Cemetery, full ofFlowers the girlSmiles, her eyes litUp behind her blackSunglasses, in SacramentoIn the springtime In the cemetery, he takesHer photograph, finallyShe's her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1312646/ Going to San FranciscoIn my dreams, in myMind, happiness isThere, everywhere inThe air like the booksAnd the songs aboutGoing to San FranciscoGolden dreams of The golden gate toHappiness, that'sWhere I left my heartIn San Francisco I've never seen theFog, nor the hills,Nor the bridges, exc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1311807/ Regret returns as life learnsOr we learn from life whichI don't know of the time thatGoes liqiuid slow a time ofLove and strife time is longFor the lonely time is quickFor those who are happyAnd for those inbetween, I don't knowBut for all time is fleetingTomorrow is the wordWe want or the word we f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1311565/ Humid grayness, white flowers on a bushIn bloom people leaving, people goingPeople coming people returningJust a May afternoon gray cloudsIn the sky hinting of coming JuneAnd the rain that liesIn those gray heavy skiesWill make us forgetThe lighthearted part of the May just pastGone so fast though n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1311564/ When it is warm, June againAnd you are with me and longPast is January's agony you alwaysKnew that it would be this waySo we have surived, we are survivorsWe have found that tragedy is blackAnd white not merely black, not just ebonyWe know that we can last past theBreaking point far into June daysGr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1310782/ Written Nov, 2010Youth is fleeting and it passesLove can be short though it's trueLike sand through the hour rushesGlass and sand time passesLeaving you wondering what's realLife can be lonely, reality your fantasyYour fantasy reality only in your headWhile life unfair and unaware drags byDrags on l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1308944/ Summer cemetery girlsIn summer cemeteriesSo far from the realWorld and it's tragediesSmiling in the summerCemetery, among theGreen grass and the White statues, the Stone angels, the oldPhotographs, fadedFaces from another Time, amid the mysteriesOf the dead, the summerCemetery girl wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1308510/ Set your mind at easeFrom the past, that cutsYou like broken glassWhen you think backTo those days set your mind atEase from other’s words, a Thousand hurts, pain withoutCease, for too many yearsBy the sea feel the peaceFrom the past that now youHave at last after all thePain sunshine on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1307401/ Most people in California are originally from somewhere else..They come to CaliforniaWith their dreams fromOther states and otherPlaces and then thisPlace, California Becomes home,Part of their bloodTheir life, their ownThey don't thinkOf the small townDays,or where they wereRaised, they don'tT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1307396/ Cemetery angels in JulyWatch the clouds Passing by under theSunshine falling on Their white stone- wingsAnd wondering about The dead beyond theseThings, beyond theseTroubles that torment usThey have peace insteadAnd no wanderlust, theyAre at rest, just dustThe cemetery angelsMade of s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1306313/ This is about my great grandmother-You died in HollywoodlandI was born in the HeartlandLong after longing forThe place you lovedAnd the place you diedSomeone I could neverKnow and never loveGone long before myTime, in the cityOf Angels, in 1949Hollywood, 1949It's October and You've just goneWay.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1306129/ You want to move to PortlandIn the rain, I want to moveTo San Francisco in theSun, but what we bothWant has never changedWe want to chase ourDreams elsewhere whereWe will be happy Where we won't be lonelyThe life of our fantasyThe life that is happyIt's waiting, truly I feel like a misfit .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1304982/ My home is in theSouthland, by the Palm trees, near theBeaches, across theMiles my heart Reaches to whereI know is home, nearLA the sun shines todayAs it doesn't far awayMy home is in theSunshine, in theSouthland somewhereNear LA I'd be Smiling if I couldBe there today- she diedIn the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1303511/ In California underThe palm trees onA sunny day the deadRest quietly as thePalm trees stir aboveThey can't hear theCrash of the waves On the beach far Off or the wind aboveThem as the palm treesStir slightly in the breezeSerenely slipped awayTo the next world namesOn a tombstone are the&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1303176/ Summer cemeteriesFar away from theWorld's realitiesSummer sun, green grassThe years and the hoursPass for those bothUnder and above theGreen grass Here under theSummer sky theWorld seems farawayThe world out thereThe world of the livingWhile we wander theThe world of the deadAngels and photogra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1301718/ I don't recognize thoseStreets or that townOr that time thoughIt was my life onceUpon a time that ISay I really don'tRemember placesTo forget days notTo remember instead,The unfamiliar becomesFamiliar and the worldMoves on into theSunshine of a worldFar from that time Summer sunshineIn a new wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1301411/ On the end tableYou smile stillIn your photo, from long agoYou couldn’t knowOn the end tableYou still look outIn your world, with noDoubt of many summersOn the end table collectingDust, you still smile at usFrom faraway, you’ve been goneSo long, beyond yesterdayOn the end table we leftYo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1299508/ Historical FictionJanuary, 1949 in Glendale, California. It is snowing. Agnes looks out the window of the house she is living in to her front yard. There is snow on the palm trees to the right side of her house. Snow on palm trees! She thought she would never see the day. Agnes had seen snow in Utah.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1298610/ The sound of the seaIs soft around the silentSinging and sighing Them to sleepWhile life goes onKites and cloudsOverhead the livingPursue their dreamsThough nearby areThe dead as the Sunlight far out onThe sea gleamsAnd the wind blows The kite under the sun, andAbove the stones of&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1298378/ We are all stories in the endWhen we are names onStone in eventuality, buried inIn a misty cemetery Life goes so fast it’sAll memory, one momentVanishing as the nextComes by all we haveIs a memory later becomingA story, or maybe a fantasySearching for our ownTruth until the twilight comes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1298376/ Written 2012The sunset falls throughStained glass windows ofA mausoleum in MayI’m here with you todayAt the end of the dayThe sunset goes paleWith twilight, it’s the endBut it’s alright as I standIn the marble corridorOf those gone, long beforeAt the end of the dayWho will think wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1298369/ I wonder about your lifeWhat might have happenedHad you not died so soonIn long ago autumn When the leaves were fallingI wonder about your deathWhat was your last day likeYour last afternoon or morningDecades ago, longing to knowAbout your death in autumnYou never knew me norI you, but I rememb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1298366/ Written Autumn, 2011- based on a picture of a young woman by a cemetery by the sea in Puerto Rico, a photo taken by someone I knewShadows on the landShadows on the stonesSun in the skySun on the seaBlue gray eternityPeaceful finallyAre the ones whoRest below these stonesCemeteries by the seaTime is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1298355/ The happiest place on earthIs by the crash of the wavesNear the sea lavender, turquoise,And blue in every hue, all aroundThe happiest place on earthIs the most free of everythingYou feel you need to be You are just you and I’m just meWhen we are lost in blueBeside the sea, lost inThe lave.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1296754/ November Morning, Mountain View, Oakland, California Sleeping in quietAnd in peace underThe palm trees thatStir in the breeze Sleeping in morningAre the missed under theGray tombstonesWet with mist Sleeping in autumnIn the city of the deadAs a girl stands on a hillLooking toward a cit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1296752/ Blonde hair andLaughing eyes You had it all, you were it allYour death was a surpriseRemote and farawayThat’s what you areThey say, staring atUs from a billboard on the highwayYour faraway laughingEyes in pictures theyHypnotize us with Your man made mysterySmiling your wayThrough our.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1296750/ Cemetery shadows cast in the eveningOn mausoleum glass the sun is fadingThe day is setting the girl is sittingTime is waiting night is comingCemetery Shadows fall slowlyIf only, perhaps,- words thatCan be said about the deadBehind mausoleum glass, at restCemetery shadows in early Autumn they ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1296749/ Talking on the love seatIn the dusk, is love gone?Is moving on the only thing nowOr is something left somehow?She sits on the love seatAnd looks at the darkeningStreet he sits on the love seatAnd looks away- they loved each otherYesterdayShe looks up throughThe dusk and saysThe words that sheMust, s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1296744/ Full of hopes thatThings would be happyFinally was each objectLaid in this chestBut there’s the testThe test of timeEverything’s yellow, that was whiteEverything’s consumed by timeAll the objects laid awayFor that magical dayThat never came yellowNow, crumble now, softly with timeT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1296739/ Blossoms falling throughThe air, on her feet, through her hairSunlight falling through the airThrough the petals, throughBuds in bloom, as timeIs passing by on a springAfternoon the girl leans inAmong the branches and pinkPetals, perhaps many chancesFar ahead, but it is May nowAnd it won't stay now .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1296737/ California Cemetery inThe rain palm treesIn the gray worldOn a gray day stand Dripping with rainThrough the mausoleumWindow she watchesThe rain fall throughThe wet glass she seesThe rain obscure theWorld of the dead Angels and palmsCalm all around as theRain falls over the deadBuried in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1296735/ Autumn moonlightShe wanders at twilightAmong the falling leavesAnd fallen lives herePondering yesterdayEveryone who wentAway to sleep in the Autumn mist below A stone, cemetery serenitySo much more serene thanThan she any can hope to ownFrom faraway she’sCome to read the names A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1296702/ Spring blossoms andCemetery stones youthAnd death as the blossomsUnfold, pink above the deadThe blossoms blow in The breeze above theCemetery stones onDays like these Blossoms born of theDead, of the past, bloomToday in the cemeteryIn the spring, life isStill blossoming pastAll eventuality.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1296701/ By the PacificIn a dream the sun's settingAs the night sets in http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1295244/ Haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1295242/ Written May, 2012 Under the trees in MayA girl pauses today in theGraveyard when it's MayUnder the green grassAnother girl rests in MayShe's the past todayMost would say, longGone away, two dates inMay written on her stoneSo faraway, but so far fromAlone for a living girl is hereToday looking a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/summergrace/1295241/