http://slow.writerscafe.org/Fran%20Marie The original writings of author Fran Marie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775944012 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I sit and ponder the redundant diatribeA. I. prints out in flat dull sequencewithout substance, fluffed air soneatly stuffed with Its degree in B.S.  yes, this big bad wolf isat the door to huff and puff andblow poetry downIt has no place in the poetic realmamong poets bearing  all...heart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2920827/ I  ponder poetry as soft snowflakes gently falleach flake caresses my thoughtsthere are angels in tonight's snowunique flakes, an embodiment    embracing my  emotionsethereal sounds of silence  are on tonight's milieu   amid the city streetsI watch from my bal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2875353/   Sprigs of holly     sprays of pinethe night is still  Silent  snowflakes    blanket the earth and angels sing noel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2872415/ Daylight dances into    soft silhouettes of evening you're my scented rose    in November's cool breezeCaresses by candlelighttipsy on chilled champagne    bubbling up sensual urgesyou're my bon appetit menu  A  Cordon Bleu of sizzling high vibestripping .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2869123/ October salutes mother naturewith a collage of wonderdelicately delighting oursensibilities, renewing our viewnow revealing and revelingin new dressed glorySoon trees disrobe baring alllike sepia snapshots of long agosurrendering to a distant sunsetThere are ghosts in tonight's rainas October coughs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2866018/ her style always hada cast of dark shadowsghostly apparitions, eerily hauntingin a distant charade of movementsshifting sharplyinto death's dressed up handsdancing with him into the darknessoffering her tattered-torn tokenof life held in  her handas he escorts her gently withbony fingers  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2864832/ sitting lost and forlorncaught in the mirror of fameIts glass cuts deeplyto the quick of herbut they say..they shoutthe show must go ongo out there and kill 'emshe lets go of her quiet stanceputting on her game faceperforming destiny's deceitwhen all she wantedwas to be his, in thesimplicity of life.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2864674/ of all the thingsin the world to captureit would be timelove catches us off guardin sweet rapturethen cuts in time,we're left to bleedwould we rathertime be standing stillif paradise waitsin a distant breeze?dawns and setting sunsetsas time spins new life tapestriesmemories may still time to viewold.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2862149/ Segments of a blue mooncapture my senseslighting up the night skysapphire starsconnect and reflecther bright glowing halowith a blue waltzaround her lunar alureas bella luna shinesher aura   spotlight in moonlightplaying center stageperforming her lunar  show tonight http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2861870/ meet me in autumn' s amber glow' pon a golden meadowin September'stwilight.there I'll bein sundown splendour' til two lovers tender as oneyou and me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2861828/ Transcending past to futureMona Lisa embodies her spirit  with an incarnate smile .. her painting presence...emboldens brush strokes to kaleidoscope blushing...once subdued shades now  flamboyant... enhancing new auras  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2858909/ written from the perspective of Isolde http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2858772/ sitting in the rainsmoking my cigarettefazed out and fizzleddrowning in cold shower miseryshivering raindropspelt down,pouring soaked regretsI sent you awaydon't ask why..I wouldn't tell you anywayInsomnia rooms spinplaying misty memoriesand I'm missing you tonight     http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2858764/ Inspired by painting ' Morning Cypress ' by John T. Elseman http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2857453/ A murmuring breeze  brushes her hairin shades of springtime harmony scents of  lavender carry her airshe hears the soft call of naturewhisper in her earSurround sounds of mother earthtapping her senses alive in timeshe holds the moment for its worthbreathing  nature's' floral bou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2857327/ An all knowing wizard gazed into his sapphire stonea ring with certain magic powers all its owndeep within its fiery glowrevealed good and evil about every so and soThrough town and hill and country sideo'er yonder dales and valleys widecasting midnight spells by skulls candlelighthe saw today'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2856780/ Revised longer version of my original poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2856728/ He sat silently, his sleepy eyes tired from anxious nightmares..darkness became his frequent companionshadows in candlelight swayed like skeletons dancing to a dirge macabre tune playing and replaying upon his mind 'wicked winds howled outside his cathedral windows, scr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2856557/ The music of the muses.stir strings of enchantmentdulcet tones flame desiresoftly in a concerto caressa sweet sonata  pleadsfor passion play asour heated movements match in harmonyeach nuance of sensuality beating breathlesslyto a violin's vibrationmusical themes wrap us in amber'swar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2856552/ I hold sorrows deep inside  replaying heartaches in mid tempo bluesa half crazed moon   stalks  my shadow.each night meeting  the morning dawn non-stop  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2856448/     beneath a dusty skyunder a sycamore treeI sit writing poemsfeeling the green grasstickling my bare feetwith a slight breezedandelions have blown all their kisses to tomorrowanother ordinary dayso it seems,  and i just felt           the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2856327/ I don't let the suncatch me cryingI write the midnight inktears diluted withmisery's sad illusions drowned in sentimental sedimentsof destiny's damning drinkI'm but a mere poet ~my words....conscientiously conceived and caringperhaps one might read and feel at ease not much .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2856164/ Electric blue~ collapsed  upon myselfneon bright lightning of the seaconsumes me,  pulls meinto swirls of a vortex, your realmI'm at the edge of your reachgrasping fingersbegin to bend the fabric of timeand spaceblue velvet caresseswith cyan waves of infinitysheer sapphire nights illuminat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2856161/ My poem inspired by the song Didn't I( blow your mind this time By The Delfonics.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2856012/ FFond memories linethe now empty windows..love stained curtains ofbygone yearsFrank's diner wasour denizen of cozydaydreams in ringsof cigarette smokeand hot steamed coffeea plate full ofjukebox tuneson the daily menuplaying our song B 3 rightfrom the back boothof secluded secrets..Elvis never sound.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2856011/         pulled in by honeyed   soft words and sticky kisses     Stretched out~candy sweet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2855204/  jIt just keeps pouring down rainshadows of sorrow crossing my pathdripping drops of sadness' pon a telltale heartof withdrawn emotionsO' I throw myself to the storm!dark ponderous clouds haveformed a heavy burden of miserywith each mournful raindropsince you lefta pattern set in rusted shackle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2855183/ It was Christmas eveseems like eons agowhen brother Gene Robertand I playedin white marshmallow snowsnowy mounds roundeda form for frostymaking him a snowmandelighthis top hat tipped to theside with a jolly ole pipea scarf wrapped 'ponhis neck flapped in windquite coldblack button eyes shonebrightly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2836550/ Inspired by the C'mas Carol God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2836479/ I dance my poetryevery line an embodimentof emotionsmesmerizing musicsplashes of ink~ drenched in versewords~comforting little spiritsperforming like ballerinasreminiscing in poetic songseems it started eons agoart guiding my hand perchance to create another new dance in poetic h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2832027/ I        I'm one with the seato drown the down in my soul             sweet serenity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2832026/ I ascendwith watercolor whispersof lilac and lavender pastelsswirls of silver curlsdance in my hairforming foamwaves of a new seasonI bringscents of honeysuckleIn summer's last heated nightssoft pink and powder blue huesblend and bend to rosy shadesof sapphire's breathingautumn's amber breatha new d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2831972/ The night before;  the moonshrieked behind misty cloudssleeping on night watcha solemn face appeared behindpuffed pillows of fog;one of sorrow    the arrows slunghis hasty words spoken..stingingher open wounds, sea shadowsheld hands with her sunken ego~her reflection a sullen mirror o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2831970/ Inspired by the music Lara's theme and Dr.Zhivago movie 1965 film http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2827228/ rain and snowsought her fragile bones..dryingsleep escaped her dim eyesnight shades of blues dustedher forgetful mindstill she never complaineda myriad of miseries hugged hervibrations ~ blocking all hopestrapping sunshine from enteringher humble existence..spring daffodils no longer dancedin her wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2823896/                          night breeze     seeps beneath my skin~        I sway to a rhythm beat          dancin' into your light            .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2823785/ Blue shadows cross my vibrant visionsof lively red rainbows dusting the silver clouds to hazy graydeaden life still lingers and chained deadlocks tightly choke sleepless nights stroked by phantom fingersbut I've been burnt, tossed and turned to stone in the turbulent sea of life&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2823543/ formed with precision rippling muscles adorna man's streamline physiquehis chiseled facedefined featuresoutline the fine artsAdonis..i adore you~   young man of beauty         masculinity magnifiedwith muscular suitabilitybroad shoulder warriorspirit of battle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2823376/ She~a deep enigmaher aura set in dazed wonderher green eyesasking haloed hazed questionsin moonlight mistshining no light on shallow watersshe wades in deeper seeking truthoff set by her lover's lies~his fake facadestill she sees his face surfacein sea's waves of wonderas she wandersher days measure.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2823266/ Shadows of dark despairblocking bright views and lightmy soul caught in vague darknessdeep deep down evil    haunts~ taunts memany times my courage fadesbecoming a demon's victim~their evil preydark storms of despair sinking destiny to the bottomless pit..heavy burdens weigh fath.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2821464/ Rusalka is a water sprite, A famous opera by Dvorak, Rusalki in slavic folklore Rusalja sings to the moon http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2821454/ Monotetra Form http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2821288/ The silk of sunlight glistensfiltering through fragrant fieldsof flowers, little spirits reachingto comfort and caressrushing roses, blushing bluebellsand lush lilies slip into mydaylight dreams,dancing softly like ballerinastip-toeing into my visions of sweetness with dainty daisies delig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2819986/  In the still of darkness sitting lost and forlornI let go of fond words to me   poetry verses you once wrote with desirescattered about in sullen debrisa midnight breeze breathes lowas I mourn you in death words now dead matter without life's fire  &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2819890/ Inspired by the Painting " Village Shadows" By Charles Dickinson http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2818640/ powdered~ puff dragonhis laurel leaf crown slippedmagic~over eyes that have weptand whose mind has slept...kept          from truth..  grieved.in his naive youth  deceived            by one sweet rose..green laurel leaves withered&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2816717/ She walks in pretensesplendour~ smilingfrowns turned    upside downthose ink stain memories  of him~ fragments ofinsecurity plagued herin grayscale thoughtsInvisible tears streaking  behind lowered eyelidsbecame her focus    no one knewher delicate demise planas she car.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2816712/ Ivory clouds drift upon azure skies another day to open our eyes therein this tree          dangles each key..     to unlock knowledgetreasure troves await the probing genes within our psych to growthose pages of rustic books.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2813444/ Inspired by Pink Floyd's song Comfortably Numb http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2813442/ Goddess of enchantmentgolden aura of heavenly blues      and purple wondershe holds mere mortals spellbound.    wrapped in silver sparkle  and white light lustershe has bewitchedwith coy charmamid the midnight mistand magic of        moon glowsh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Fran-Marie/2810662/