http://slow.writerscafe.org/Expatriate The original writings of author DrD en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775964348 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My wife died 29 years ago this month. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/2847080/ I was lostin the ebony nightThat suckedme in like quicksand Leaving mewithout a raincheck or parachuteWithout akey or a long last look.And I needlove more than ever nowI need yourloveMore thanhope, sleep or a drinkI need tofeast upon you once more&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/2843865/ Lost love poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/2841690/ Lost love remembrance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/2841146/ nostalgic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/2167617/ Samantha invited me to coffeeAnd made it awkward to refuseSo I made a series of mundane comments“Nice house”“Do you play the piano?”One was pressed against the far wall.“I hate winter, do you?” And she was in agreement .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1719387/ I stand on the peak of my yearsGazing downward at the ruin and rubbleOf time well wasted and dreams long dead.The trash of trials and pyre of promisesSmoldering in the disarray of my existence. The carnage of a thousand caresNot one worthy of the moments spent.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1718581/ I have sprawled prone beside the mountain brookWhile the frigid waters danced over stonesAnd sang to me.It was an old song about forgotten truthsBeautiful in its lyrics, poignant in its sound.The leaves of the Aspens all applaudedNewly published leaves, for it was spring... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1717951/ Ten years of study and a dream fulfilledI was “doctor” of science and the world was mine.But one telegram, to report for dutyAnd the dream and my goals were mere shadows. Four years of hell from Saigon to DanangThe stench of death and taste of blood.A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1717832/ My dog circled twice and abandoned me to sleepAnd the circling of the clock Closes in on me like quicksand.The room is dark except for the glow of the fireplaceCausing shadows to dance against the wallsLike selva savages whirling in their frenzy.And my aloneness burdens m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1717826/ I awoke this morningto snow.  Even though my village is amile high, it had not snowed here since 1977. But this morning we drank morningcoffee watching quarter-sized flakes drift toward the earth. Children here haveno winter clothes and yet they were outside watching the first snow .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1717822/ Where will it be that I shallrediscover you ---all over, when we have crossed the coma of night.What pages of what story, a line of what song or poem.   What phase of remembered music?Our ways have not always paralleled, we have appointed no X hill orcrossroad, no unm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1717017/ Alone, I may have long ago withdrawninto the semi-darkness of a bar: together, we crown from window eagerlylike children round a Christmas tree or at a picnicunconcerned with the sun, the people, the taxicab horns, exclusive�"-insulated, prodigal with words---profou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1717013/ A view of the under belly of America http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1715418/ There are mysteries lasting nine months never before explored or long since remembered. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1715403/ Behind the headlines of World War II occurred countless tales of courage and sacrifice. They remain untold even though they often told a truer story of what the war was really like. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1715397/ I think of us tonightOf who we wereAnd what we didWhen we tried so desperatelyTo stay in love I think of us in gentle waysLike slow currentsAnd whisper winds.I remember with a smileYour glance and moist lips And if I could would I confess.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1714879/ When leaves wear the gaudy dressof fallI will be forgetting you.I will forget how we metAnd the first long kissYou swimming naked in the quarry lakeOr in that yellow cotton dressThat pressed against thighsAnd where n*****s boasted. When buds and baby birds come forthI .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1552080/ I fell in love with you againWhile you were awayAnd somewhere Between the light of lifeAnd the coldness of deathThere is a fieldWaitI will meet you there http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1414756/ Another anniversary . . . .Did you think I would forget?There’s fresh roses on the tableAnd I’ve opened a bottle of Merlot.Tonight I will play soft oldiesAnd light the fireplace for affectThe house will smell of oven fresh breadAnd candles will wear crowns.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1380695/ I played the old answering machineOver and overJust to hear your voiceThe words weren’t importantIt was your voiceAnd I smiled with the soundImagining you calling from the kitchenAnd thenThe moment came back to my faceAnd I was alone with a machineA .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1378442/ He was a man of brillianceUnscathed by tradition or acceptanceAnd while uncertain, still he prayed,“Dear God . . . . if there is a god,Please have mercy on my soul . . . .If I have a soul.” “I cannot compromise belief”, he’d say&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1377529/ Columbines are decorating the hills, darlingReminding winter that it can never winAnd the Po is glassy and calmKeeping its currents secret as alwaysNothing changes in the manless world Blossoms repeat, waters flow, seasons doing encoresTrees are publishing new leavesA.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1377224/ A shadow moved across the wallI know it did, I saw it clearlyIt moved with that sultry graceI saw a thousand times in you.I heard humming from the gardenI know I did, I’m not deafA favorite song, so long held muteHeard only in the backyard of my mind. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1374097/ I went to the cemetery todayAnd sat on new mown grassFragrant from the cuttingAnd leaned against marbleRunning my fingers over dates1952 -- 1994 And I was so thankful, darlingThat the dash in the middleWas me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1374037/ There must be reason, the cleric saysLife cannot be without motiveBut the dusts of clerics litter the earthAnd their message remains unproven.There must be order, the lawmaker says,Without it there would be but chaosBut we’ve never lived without a lawSo we don&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1364897/ I think about it sometimes . . .All we did together.The waiting in airportsTo go to places we did not know.Silently drinking coffee in the kitchenBecause you couldn’t sleep.The way your hand Automatically sought mineAnd you sprinkling my faceWith happy k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1364885/ Never pay homage upon one kneeNor offer gold with a stone to adorn myfingerAsk not for what you already haveFor if you propose, I promise to say “No.”I need no tradition, law or church toendorseThis feeling; the greater part of me.I will not be legally bou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1355956/ You went by so many different namesI no longer know what to call youSome say I should call you obsessionAnd others assure me you were fateBut I have always called you loveAnd I don’t think I can use another name. Maybe you were a mysterious teacherInstruc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1355485/ Where does love go when it’s ended?Like dreams and fearDoes it find a longing heart To happen in?If you awake with the joy of caringAnxious to live a day so vibrantPlease ask from whence your love cameAnd tell it that I wish it well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1351376/ When leaveswear the gaudy dress of fallI will beforgetting you.I willforget how we metAnd thefirst long kissYou swimmingnaked in the quarry lakeOr in thatyellow cotton dressThat pressedagainst thighsAnd wheren*****s boasted. When budsand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1343946/ I went back againTo Rigotti Square whereYou gave all the fountain pigeons namesI sat there until a fearful skyHovered like a scoldingAnd dread moved over me Coming softly like kitten feetI sat in the rainBecause there was no other placeI preferred to be&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1342301/ I walk a lot these daysSometimes I reach to put myarmAround the empty placebeside meI walk through the brightsteel nightWhere stars peek withacetylene beaksGlistening through theblack canopyLike flaming wicks.I walk until the horizonpalesAnd paints the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1342300/ It rained this morningAnd droplets tap danced on the windowsBut now a velvet sky parasols the earthWhile budding flowers beg like sparlings.It was on days like thisThe sun kissing us pink and grassesSmelling like new mown hayAnd the entire earth becomes a time capsule.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1338299/ I sorted photos into the one-number hoursAlone in the circle of the desk lampI examined what was, the when and whereOf times now faded by lost calendar pages.Clicked into permanence, celluloid stillness,You were nonetheless there. The funny faces and awkward pose.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1337901/ If you meet a man watching his shadowRemembering when it was sharedAnd if he tells of wayward wondersOf love and loss and longingThen listenThe message will not be his alone to tellFor ‘tis the dream of countless others I once knew love by her name, he&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1337420/ The first time I said, “I love you,”You looked at me with confusion“Of course you do,” you told me,“I would have to be dead not to see it.”And it was that simple between usStark and open like boasting factsThat we wore in brilliant colo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1337270/ Spring has come upon the landAnd trees are publishing new leavesThe transformation comes in greenAnd the sky has shed its grey.Thoughts of you prompt my migrationTo the chattering brook beside the glenWhere you watched parades of whispy cloudsAnd celebrated the sparli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1335973/ If thoughts could be feltAnd feelings perceived,To contemplate instinctAnd doubts were believedIf experience knew fateAnd destiny knew changeIf impulse was logicAnd nature estrangedThen all that I knowWould be yet to be dealtSo that all that I learnWou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1335965/ Her smile was as false as a warm winter dayAs coy little words were pushed over her tongueLike spring sparlings just learning to flyAnd everything I said was funnyEverything I had done in my life was fascinating.It only lacked a stage and curtainThis dinner with a friend of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1334047/ There is a place where little girls goAlthough they never know the wayLike bread crumbs from the tale of oldThey leave giggles and Barbies and play.The route is well marked with symbols and hintsThe first turn past the training braGo on to the tears when he wasn’t t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1333452/ I think of you once a day . . .All day.With Kodak precisionYou return to me to force a smile.The funny way you jumpedWhen excited, clapping your handsWith the shrill, laugh-broken cry.I feel your arms slide around my neckYour cheek on mine, tear-wet.Your whisper.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1333156/ It was about sharingIn those dayspunctuated with laughterSharing a promise anda pillowUndoubting and bedwarmsecure.We shared a shadowOn moon painted nightsWalking through streetlamp circlesAnd finding beautyeven when it hid. It was about sharing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1272340/ Itwasn’t supposed to be that wayBythe standards set by othersItsimply wasn’t normal Butwe embraced the dawnWithan excitement of knowingWehad another day together Iloved your exuberance about little things“Hurry,listen!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1260463/ We neverkissed in publicYou didn’tlike that.“I don’tneed to show peopleThat Ilove youTheyshould be able to seeMy yellowdress.” I didn’tunderstand:There wereso many of your ideasAnd traditionsunknown to m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1260448/ One day, when everythinghas endedAnd nothing is worthstartingI will surrender to allthisAnd accept that all I haveis nothing I will concede the wasteand worryThe useless rememberingChoking away the tear ofregretAnd the hollow pain ofaloneness&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1260279/ I memorized love as your faceAndlong ago realized that if I were God, I wouldhave changed nothing about youNot thecurve of your lip or the giggleLikesleighbells bouncing on silkNot thesecrets of your eyes Or thesound of sighs or whispersNothingwould I ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1259653/ MonarchmemoriesYouopened your arms with the firstWave of the Monarchs“They’re coming!” you cried and laughed aloudFor the heavens were filled with Wing colors and the harmony of soft glidingBy the tens of thousands they cameDrifting upon feathered windsOn .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1259648/ Samuel Something was his given nameSimply because he wasn’t the sameAs any creature they ever knewNot the monkey, human or kangarooHe was totally different; totally aloneIn a world without peers, completely unknownThey examined him from his toe to his headBut all .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1256743/ These are the syrupy months of autumnFlowing over days and weeksIn gaudy colors and crispy footstepsThe goodbye months to summer’s playgroundAnd solemn entrance to the embrace of winter. For winter comes with a funeral touchWhere skeletons of trees make sha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Expatriate/1254535/