http://slow.writerscafe.org/Driller1269 The original writings of author David Scott en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776342684 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Inspirations on love reflecting on a mountain lake and a Summer storm. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1779003/   ever changing… ever glorious.Today it is a patchwork quilt of forested greens;chartreuse spring, contrasting pine and moss,blending into emerald, shamrock, parakeet, basil and pear. This bouquet is but the appetizer to the floralshidden in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1777657/ Life is fragil. One small mishapand it's over...I need not bore the eyewith details or examples. It suffices to say,each breath is a gift,reminding us how tenuous a threadthe next breath hangs. Is love no less fragile?Yet the flesh dies notwhile it houses a rottin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1777312/ Inspired from interactions with other fine poets. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1775647/ Reflections as my son prepares to leave home. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1775210/ You are but one transparent soulpicked carefullyfrom the garden of immortality,displayed delicatelyin the graceful vaseof feminine flesh? And you,the fairest blossomgathered, as a prizeadorning the bride of Earth… Even as the ink d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1775101/ A poem of reflection upon the solace of finding kindred spirits in this world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1774675/ I spent two weeks scuba diving with my 18 yr/old son in Koh Tao, Thailand. I left him there for several months to work on becoming a dive instructor. These were my thoughts upon the last day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1733241/ No longer does this heartbeat wild, although 'tis freeto be, patiently ready...'pon my mistress's proud return,ridden at her behest once moreto vanquish doubt and languish notin the consequence of victorieslost within passion's battlefield ~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1730491/ Platonic Thisis a type of love indeed‘ponwings of affectionsintimateconcerns sharedyetfree from sexual contextviewedin jealous angeras loversenvy kindnessshared by considerate mindsfoolishdesires lead other mindstof.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1724624/ What will become of me…It is not aquestion,at least notone I would or could answer. Maybe I justneeded to say out loud,“Be patientwith this soul…”(Spoken as a suggestion) there is nodemand or expectation;simply a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1724146/ sitting beside this lake I feel a peaceas it seems like a place I belong,the quiet waters cooling invisible radianceinto a mist of morning’s considerations mystical sounds trapped in the confinesof the mind’s shorelinebounce upon surface tensions,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1723274/ I am not a fool… I learned to, “put away childish things”to see clarity within my mindwhen my eyes could only, “see through a glass, darkly”suffering the loss of childish illusions,stiff chinnedwith a resolute heart try.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1722922/ …there was a time when these hearts racedsweet love was claimed in warm embrace harsh pain was not a part of lifebefore fate’s hand unsheathed her knife today the tears are dusty trailsstreaked shades of dreams and childish tales dr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1717908/ The metaphor of scuba diving inspires once again... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1717692/ Word play like seen on, "The Wheel of Fortune" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1717090/ I gave my circle of being wholebecoming a sphere of our completeness,until it began to unravel into a downward spiraltwisting into a love triangle of misdirection...then all the angles disconnected leaving us nothing more than tangents;unloved souls stretched...on linear paths to nowhe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1715658/ How fragrant doth love's rosebud blooming rise,soft garden scent devotion will not hide,the knowing sorrow absent from your eyes,dew beads a tear 'pon petals opened wide. Upon the stem white blossom still doth bleed,shy virgin expectations boldly grasp...unplucked, desire ignores our b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1715583/ The passion of uscontrasting the nakedness of you or me if left alone,absent of I, we become oneclothed glamorously in sensual surrenderGiving...we invest fully in usreceiving each other's allwithin unguarded fields,a sacred orchard where grows the fruit of onenessTime ju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1714075/ A low fronthas blown in the new yeardusting myworld with silhouettesabsent Kodachromedistractions,focusing thegrey contrasts of what ifsintoimaginations of black and white,the worldborn new…yet hidden, blanketedin fact. Snow angel possibi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1713340/   I was thirsty so I took a sip,hunger gripped my bodyand I ate “unclean” food                            &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1707480/ Spread upon the tableof all that is now,sifting through rainbow memorieschopped into piecesby reality,I do not have the heartto connect  the puzzleinto picture perfectclarity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1707033/ A romantic thought... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1706455/ Destiny was flirting with Chance,never realizing they were dancingto the tune of my choosing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1706404/ Everyone has pain. Especially those who seem to have none. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1706315/ Inspirations from life... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1704049/ A story of seduction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1697433/ When we need comfort sometimes... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1696919/ Have you ever met someone your soul already knew? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1693251/ A longing... A heart cry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1691149/ A response to cryingkate's poem, "RiverWords". This was the gut response to reading her poem and was not a work as much as the pure flow of inspiration. Thank you Kate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1690896/ Just having some fun... looking ahead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1689162/ Indulge me... :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1685765/ A poem about escaping writers block and other un-resourceful states of mind... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1685666/ A poem about loving the forest and a waterfall... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1685571/ Just a thought or inspiration. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1683430/ The art of relaxation is a true gift and one we seldom achieve or admonish. Self love and acceptance must precede any calm. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1683304/ A poem about a granddaughter and her Papaw who is very old and in his last days... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1677960/ Exploring the power and myths of crystals. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1677547/ The music of love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1677486/ A presentation of openness and welcome. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1676143/ Simple introspective take on Thanksgiving. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1676082/ A reflection on the cycles of life... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1435563/ Reflections of passion in a quiet voice... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1423537/ Just a snap shot of perspective. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1409454/ A life lesson from my childhood... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1401663/ One of my long term employees is getting married this month. I wrote this today for her wedding shower at work. I think it describes her well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1370655/ This circus is unnatural,Naturally I look ridiculous here,Life's tutu doesn't fit.Born outside the wilderness,Civilization's domesticated privilege,Only tames my performance. Popcorn kisses and cotton candy visions,Forget to see,What the whole of me remembers. Sitting in prec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1370265/ Not erotica btw... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1369524/ My version of an afternoon delight... Revised version. Much improved I think.. I hope you enjoy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Driller1269/1369002/