http://slow.writerscafe.org/R%20Scribe The original writings of author Blue Sky en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775994086 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Upon the limbs of preparatory, I sit in wait while the winds of clemency come dancing vividly through the grieving portals. My maker swiftly comes to bestow my feathery essence, invigorating my tattered limbs. Renewing my shredded essence, recommencing me to the sk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/1491161/ Oh, my Creator, and my sustenance, I come to you weary and dismayed, I stand in halt fore the forks of the paths before me. I catechize to you, that your clarity make way through this perplexity. Let your goodness, your mercy be instilled within me, and secured may they be deep within the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/1491126/ The untouched splendor of the vast terrain forest haskept my heart here, roots deeply embedded into my soul, you have been gone for many moons, and I miss the dayswhen the winds of feral grazed upon our silvery coatsWhen the moon sleeps to its side, I embrace your imagewhile silver .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/1490322/ By way of rain and inundations, Ihave trekked through the endlesstrails dragging the wispy ends ofbroken dreams, towing miseryI come to the highest where greatare the winds that blow and cometo you, Great One for I have beento fields of keening, longing for brioAnd vapors in ease.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/1490314/ The skies wept as they gazedinto the  eyes of early mornfore the risings on the edgeof a fall, err not to come sit by meI have heard you wailing quietlyby the shores of lonely tearsforget not to let your portionsto always flow with the colossalSlowly you slip from my fingerswhi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/1489625/ ? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/1489231/ The reins fell to the floor, grips moist of sweat, strength was no longer hers, and she was too fatigued to even face the dark walking nights, and no more can she hold the reins, none of wind or rain, none of night or day, none of moon or sun.No tears enough can keep her by the fires of the night, n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/1489224/ First time I met Michael http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/1489219/ The colors of my heart amiably glaze the skiesof cyan dreams, they come in nightly apparels these are the impediments of my soul, a touchfrom the hand of my beloved, satiating austere bluePassions of cyan gleams its' magic with aweglitters .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/1489216/ I may not have much to confer,from a realm of my own spherefinding me in a canvas skin, Irefrained self from arousal,eluded by flutes of harmonytranquil rises with the miststhe waters of my soul softlylap the shores mellifluouslyclad like diatonic interludes,in stillness, feeling a thrive.I may not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/1489189/ I pace the dim lit hollowed corridorsall them doors are closed, lockedsilence deems me no one cares. Dark, isolated as their presenceno one here to appease meof tasks that need be heededForth, I walk up, I walk downempty halls tapping my heels,perhaps I, merely a lingering mistOne many pass thr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/1489181/ The gathering of souls has come, and this origin has risen from the depths of my woeful dens, but such vivacity has come down to my lowliness, one that quickens me from the spirits of rain, for I was bound in shackles of darkness. But as I lift my eyes from the valleys of the deprived, it quietly se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/1489164/ Brother, remember the agility that came of us. So often, I am brought back to the very first time when the land became our song, and our mother, the land have since upheld our soles from the days of our infantile, and we have become the songs of our mother as the sun continues to rise upon the land .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/1489161/ By the rivers of green, be the bend, to hold the silence that ambiantly flows, audible can never hold its' essence. Heed to the gentle galloping winds thatbear their foals of wafts, to lightly trot through the pastures of the lucidness. Silence quitely seeps through the lush of greenish lore, dwindl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/992218/ Where oh where is Alice? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/992215/ I wrote this back in 2006 at the end of that school year when I was leaving my Grade 3 students of Wapanok Community school in Thompson, MB just so I can come and work here in The Pas, Manitoba. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/992211/ I care enough to describe not what the title is, decide to journey on your own and you can go ask yourself where the hell is Alice in this??? and stop contacting me for aid of any sort. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/992208/ Oh Great one of the greater blue skies, I come to you before these waters, your essence instilled deeply within the depthsof my heart and soul, do reach down to the very depths of me that Imight walk with visions of your perfect intentions, your goodness, yourgrace flows freely, hence, along t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/533664/ My body feels it's gonna collapsebut the last and strong part of mewill not let go, so I sit here in painWhile tears stream down my faceand I wonder if they will ever knowhow much it all this takes out of meMy heart is pacing with quick beatsfrom pulse to pulse with quivers andI wonder if they know .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/494523/ Its perking stillness sits before uscardboard skies and painted blue sighsthat heaves us like cacophony miffsWe'll slip through the fingers of ennuiTerpsichore gloriously whirls outsideas we watch the winds of sapient danceForever is not enough, muted are weas gestures that sway .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/485014/  Man, oh man, of gray stillness, where,oh where, in the stillness of gray didsilence gently sweep you, life still softlyspeaks your name, your sweet imageremains with neutral contrasts of gray.Where oh where did life briefly place you,hence come hither again, and slip yoursw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/482128/  My fem is an Indian that sits beside my summer of gold, andsoftly she weeps for the children of red ochre, watching mewatch them as they die in my heart, whilst my fingers caressthe mournful gaps that slip through my hand of contravention.She whisks my essence into wisps of gold,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/482121/  Alone, I'd glide with shadows of abjurationand despondency broods over my refutationReaping nix of still gray along the water's edgeEmanating sighs, and the woes of my heartLeached past the lush of misery’s shorelineI'd watch them as the dark impish featheryof anserifor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/482116/ I I wish you all the magic of the moonand recite you the ditty moon whilefairies flit in your eyes, I'd give youthe champagne sphere in the sky.You drew me to the blue skies of yourspectacle where I held your hand ofattentiveness, though no promises, noguarantees were uttered,S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/482114/ I really think you'll this one...Kelly! Hope you enjoy as much as I writing it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/482113/ As one would least expect itIt is the mystical powers in youthat I find self solely absorbedin colloquial fields of mysticismI can go on with flimsy cords, yet another will do to fasten methe skies reach in their sapphire entwining marvels of phantasmsto firmly fasten me with pert,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/480277/ I Walk Alone....Tell me not what I know...GOD, please be honest with yourself! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/480271/ I" have walked here a fore...thence I sensed your presence before I saw you... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/480266/  Birth me into a cool night wherea dark canvas is filled of solaceof cosmic dreams, it breathes mean essence of the night's womb.My suckling fingers reach outinto the dark oblivion, tracingmy naiveness on the nocturnalvisage of my Father the sky.His hands of sable reac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/R-Scribe/463068/