http://slow.writerscafe.org/Merrioh The original writings of author Merrioh en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776218772 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 WaterWater flows constantlyfilling me with everlasting joy.I am unappreciated, lonelyand every useful.Containing waters ofyouthful vigor and life.Everybody wonders am Ihalf full? Or half empty?Who will ask me for theanswer?I am the one who holds thekey to eternal chaos... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Merrioh/1014865/ Underthe Table           Haydonwalks by the white picket fence to the gate, pushing it open, sighingas he looks up to the house- there was still much to be done. Theshutters all were all hanging, nearly fallen, and the siding waswell-.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Merrioh/1014856/ Not What I NeedI want my fantasies to come alive. I want reality to become fiction.I want the dreamtide to flow around me.I want tea,not just any tea but Winter’sraspberry tea.I want that ching.I want Shaibelle to emerge from within.I want what will never be,for all this .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Merrioh/1014854/ I wantedI wanted a pony but all Igot was this plastic horseI wanted a dog but all Igot was this tripodI wanted pizza but all Igot was this celeryI wanted to drive a carbut all I got is a ten speed bikeI wanted a glass of milkbut all I got was this flat sodaI want, I want, I w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Merrioh/1014851/ Flower MaidenFlower Maiden Come to me, come to meYou sweet, sweet thingFor I need your beauty andserenityDo not leave me hereIn the cold darkness of myheartI beg youShine your sweet, sweetaura to meFlower Maiden Please, pleaseCome to me, come to meDo not hide or be .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Merrioh/1014849/ Ellora“Every old ladylives in shoe,” says the boy as he throws his bag onto the bench,while kicking his muddy shoes off into the closet. He looks over athis father proudly at this new found knowledge. His father smiles,“where did you learn about these old hags in shoe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Merrioh/1014845/ Casper’sTreasureAyoung boy is amazed at what he stumbles upon in the attic of anabandoned house. He creeps across the creaking floor to the object offocus. It is a fusty chest that sits, calling his name: Casper,Caaaasper, Casper. Heblows the dust from across the top, which revea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Merrioh/1014843/ ClockI am almost always around,at times I’ve been knownto be disguised. I can count.I have three hands to helpme,each held into place by mynose.Wait a second or a minuteand I’ll be round to anhour.Sometimes surrounded bygrey.Numbers written all overmy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Merrioh/1014841/  10 Ways of looking at a WalnutSnortingas if I were a pig,Thoughnot pink, snotty nor wet.Nostrilshollow.Souringthrough the sky like an owl,Evenif it is more so a graceful fall.Ridgedwith lines indented into a turtles back,Alwayshiding, frightened.Hard,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Merrioh/1014838/