http://slow.writerscafe.org/TheJordBaker The original writings of author TheJordBaker en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775985446 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My eyes a heavy swelland the sky a guilty grey;quite the pathetic fallacy for plagued as well.A wish in vein and follyto sink into a shell,ashes and dustand a patter like rain on grovefrom the Earth which was crushed.And I'm ten falls ontrying to breathe,learning to stand,kic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/2146796/ When Monday's gone and the week ahead is longand I'm dreading that the morning must come.As when summer's just trying to hold on,at times I feel it's already begun.Like a summer starling by a windowthis complicated man can be a simple soul.Every day I'll spread my wings and roamwhen I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/2143628/ As I took my daughter to wave goodbye to the beach where we'd stayed during each of the last 4 summers I took out a memo and made notes feeling it would be a lovely moment to capture in a poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/2137322/ Star-waiting between desert hills;at first dark distant sunsblossom like spring daffodils.By morning light they wiltas if under first frost of Autumn or our footsteps on the siltwhen the cold swash runs.With open eyes I look for here,but find when closed it goes.Where there is no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/2136137/ On the gold sand we built ruinsand made myths just for us.We saw them outlast the tidesfrom our pillar up on the hills.We returned and built a fortressand it stood there longer still.The shoreline filled the moatand the sun rays made it glow.Years wash and still I rememberand would.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/2134944/ Started in 2014, finished today. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/2129297/ Rewritten from 2014 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/2127866/ Freewritten this afternoon after a spot of gardening. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/2127335/ Written January 2015 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/2127273/ The waves caress the sandlike an unfinished overcoat,Maybe God got tired hands.I walked here years ago and wrote,feel it was once blue over tan.It seemed grey over grey.Simply breathingcan seem hard these days. It would be white over whiteshould the canvas stay bare.It would se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/2124382/ As darkness comes into the lighttake your time, sink on downinto one of your made up worlds,as the hottest rays sink into skinand change you to dark from light.At the edge of heaven is space to fallas even the greatest angels may.Come find us down in The Fadingwhere the darkness co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/2123789/ A quick freewrite this morning. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/2123782/ Some words I began last week took a new meaning yesterday, and I had a reason to put them into pieces. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/2122906/ Written quickly in response to the image of lightning over water. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/2121038/ Did I see me in the window in the corner of my eye?Was I the light on the wall I thought I sawpassing us by?Like a dead star mortal in the night, once on fire?Was it a day in September it came to note,for months I a trier?Sown from nothing some years agoyou helped my to try.Yes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/2121012/ Slightly updated version of an old piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/2120847/ Written over 4 years ago as I walked a long while near a place that would become 3 years later our home. Many memories made since that day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/2120829/ I've had the last line for months, and finally the rest has clicked. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/2120692/ Penned October 2018 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/2120488/ I wrote this last September in one sitting on my way to work as I pondered why it was so hard to speak about mental illness even with those you love. Written with musical tone in mind, unshared again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/2120487/ This is a piece I free-wrote in a notepad a couple of years ago and have yet to share. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/2120485/ Her hands were built to take dominion over allto hide eyes glazed in the fiery depths she saw.With masks held on in clever ways they’re madespilling over, the guests of the claret masquerade.Behind her mask she’ll take dominion over allin a new religion born out of withering .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1417014/ And the rain begins to fall.Tidal rays and violet veil,comes forth an inland calland a semblance on the blue.A pattered baptism as the dark buildsover lanterns of pallid huesforming at my footsteps wherehardships and repose thrive.I speak to the night in broken verseuntil there is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1417013/ Smudge the charcoal with fingertipswhich tremble at the touch of youand try to make it just as smooth. Art from cinders crushed to gold,a valoured tone of heart and soul. Rose by rose and star by star,words defining what you are.But how to put it on a page,what you seem to be to me?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1307359/ Image- Lancashire Fair: Good Friday, Daisy Nook (1946) -LS Lowry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1307358/ A piece from my 'Tears From Abaddon' collection. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1295658/ part five to follow soon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1266708/ The gallows, the stars and the moonfade into view like shadows.Tame figures sway under glowreaching out for the lovers’ armsthey know.The clouds come and cover thenightlights from the sky andI see the embers from the groundrising up in sensual darknessand they close them all .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1266706/ another installment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1254969/ You may recall a piece I put up a while back that I couldn't get to work. Well I've had another go today and am still in doubt so would love some opinions :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1254053/ This is the last poem for my new collection. When it came to me I knew if I got it right it would be perfect. I'm still a little unsure in parts so feedback will be adored :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1252011/ A short simple verse. I think the title and last line sums it up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1238545/ After weeks of sun I woke up this morning to heavy rain. I noted down some thoughts and made a little poem out of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1213379/ It came from a photograph, that image of an eagle and Denali park. The two possibilities of what I felt life should feel like. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1211151/ I have experimented, turning a flash-fiction piece of mine into a narrative poem. This is the first draft which I wrote tonight and feedback will be greatly received :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1206837/ A simple piece written in reaction to a change in my life, and recounting one recent day specifically. If I use this piece in future it will be heavily re-written and I just wanted to share it for now http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1205265/ This is a follow up to 'The Hanging Tree'- a narrative poem I wrote last year. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1203037/ Seven golden hill tops lie sleeping in snow,it patters the pavements and rattles the roads.Rain rusts the gold but washes the snow away,it’s where sins are soaked but where demons play.Precious pure world where we vice yet thriveand we speak of valour and we gamble life.Great green.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1197883/ 'As long as I'm human I will dream.As long as I'm alive I am limitless.Dreams are possibilities'.Keep The Faith Wake up to lights of coral tint,unstrung mind in replete abyss.He knows there’s more to life than this; crying from tearless eyes and fight.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1196271/ Dear Angel, it’s been just hours since I saw youand already you’ve inspired something new.Six red roses are sitting by your window.Life is short, but I find it kind of strange though,I know that they will grow forever morelike the white wings on your back. I pray you never .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1185277/ I'm not so sure about this. Having pondered it for weeks I think it's time to share. It's a piece I want to get right and use in the future so feedback and opinion is greatly appreciated :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1182405/ After some feedback, I've revamped the piece and this is the 2nd draft. Still welcoming more opinions :) (The poem is to be read by myself at my sister's wedding next month). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1174682/ Budding blue roses, the summer I dream.The bitter breeze slows, the golden sun gleams.As time begins to list, on a platform in a muse,I’ll be waiting here for you, watching nascent blue. Shattered by the seethe, I rest easily to sleepand forget the days of crux and reverie. Awake.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1172176/ Apologies for lack of activity recently, but thankfully I have managed to finish a long-overdue piece of spoken word poetry. Hope you enjoy it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1147097/ Part Two of Tears From Abaddon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1127449/ Part One of the Tears From Abaddon series. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1127304/ As well as being the working title for my 2nd poetry collection book since I thought of the piece a few months ago, TFA is also an in-progress series of poems, by completion it will be 4 or 5 parts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1127301/ We are. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1126081/ Times may change, but things can still mean something after time. Weird how they can come round full circle. I wrote this for the love of my life for valentine's day and thought I'd share it with you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1121295/ Fields of pricked green grass with a crunch of winter whitelike the rueful chroma of her cheek.Painful prudence tumbling fastI can’t abide her cries so I hark the pattering of strangers’ feet.Standing on the Taciturn Bridgewatching the skyline fade to pinkwith eyes as d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/TheJordBaker/1111139/