http://slow.writerscafe.org/eyewrite The original writings of author Barbara Walker en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021666 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is to and for my twin sister. She passed away in December, 2013. I miss her terribly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/2147848/ when someone is more invested in a friendship and the other person ends the friendship http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/2145936/ I am reading a book by Kim Addonizio and under her "new words" list, I found one that made me laugh. Rare in these trying times. It inspired me to write this piece. Dictionary, anyone? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/2142203/ The impression a craigslist ad made on me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/2079693/ Written about my friend on WC, Doc. This is a slightly different version than the first one I wrote some time ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1983946/ self-explanatory regarding the memory problems some people experience as they get older http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1904434/ Self explanatory http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1896667/ A work in progress. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1839265/ I lost so much of mewhen I became disabled.Physical pain has worn me downfrom a memory of who I was.My twin sister dying has left me feelinglike an empty shell.So this is what they call a living hell. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1838187/ A lot became too muchand now,a little is too much, too.What's a woman to do? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1838185/ She, once, had such a zest for living-the ability to laugh at herselfand the absurdities of life.She is a stranger to me, now.I hear her bitching and complainingabout so many aspects of her life.And I hear her when she thinks-I don't care, I don't care, I don't care. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1838182/ to my grandchildren http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1813109/ I wrote this on a windy, rainy day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1782873/ I lived in this town when I was in my mid twenties to mid thirties. I moved away and, by chance, lived there again for four months at the age of 63. I wrote this at that time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1775714/ Don't forget the car paymentand the insurance, too.Man, I've got the bill payin' blues.Pay the storage fee for my stuffBut, that's not nearly enough!Pay for the medicine for my painand hope to God it doesn't rain.If I don't want to live in a tent,I will have to pay that rent.Then, there's internet a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1773793/ From the heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1773616/ Simply a thank you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1749835/ Trying to fight injustice for a group of employees. Their backbones turned to mush after I aired our complaint in a group meeting. Some names changed to keep me from being sued. True story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1749283/ This is about my loyal dog http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1749106/ For a contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1743505/ Written for a contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1740882/ Observation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1625290/ I like to stay in communication with my grandchildren and it can be a challenge. For my granddaughter, Robyn. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1625284/ I wrote this poem for my granddaughter, Hannah @2015 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1625276/ Reflections... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1575457/ Trying to get love right http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1511751/ Feel free,oh, be free,as free as you can be.Free of all earthlyproblems and strife,free to revelin your spiritual life.Be free of turmoil,sadness and woes,take in the richnessthat only heaven knows.See all the heavenly,golden light,where all the negativeis banned from your sight.Wrap yourselfin God .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1428616/ Spreading my sister's ashes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1428615/ written for the day we sprinkled my sister's ashes in her favorite place http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1428613/ A poem I recently discovered that I wrote in 1990. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1419904/ This is an old poem of mine I recently found. It was written about 24 years ago. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1419896/ reasons for love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1404469/ Though, I sayI can't take anymore,still, I find I'm bendingand bending some more.So weary in bodyand weary in mindand now, my lifeseems out of control.Bending, tortures me so.I almost look forwardto the snap and the breakand just letting go.Is there no mend?Is this the end?Send the clowns in,I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1403201/ Just thinking about our poor planet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1397593/ I wrote ihis poem for a contest, but was too late to enter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1396598/ Not talking about furniture here... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1335690/ These feelings can apply to anyone who is now missing the presence of someone significant in their life, no matter the reason-moving away, a break-up or death. The loss can make you feel so lost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1332966/ I've been disabled for many yearsand I've cried my share of tears.Now, I'm getting olderand though my spirit is bolder,my body is becoming more frail;on that path to when it will fail.My body feels like a stranger to me,a most disconcerting state of mind to be.All the pills I have to takefor my heal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1313940/ A poem to my twin sister who passed away December 27, 2013 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1304426/ My twin sister passed away December 27,2013. She was a class act. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1289879/ For a kindred soul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1270161/ A poem to some of my health problems http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1257393/ My poetic response when I saw my request list http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1256436/ This poem is my way of sharing my views on a certain male fashion craze http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1254885/ This is a memoir of an incident that happened when I was newly married, a relationship that was going nowhere. It is a "sweet" memory! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1237442/ A very short poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1236642/ My small tribute to a great writer! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1229572/ I wrote this after babysitting my 11 month old Great grandson, Ayden http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1228131/ The drama people insist on bringing into your life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1223537/ I know a writer named Noodle,she likes to write oodles and oodlesof great rhyming poems,with outstanding rhythmand flow.Readers aged many different yearsgive her writing many many cheersin their many reviewsand you can seeshe's a leader.I was very surprised to seethat she is much younger than me,her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/eyewrite/1221166/