http://slow.writerscafe.org/orionsreverie The original writings of author Hannah Erickson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776037665 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This hunger I feelAches at unfathomable depths-Such a marvelous misery.My head prays for a swift endTo my heart's unreasonable desires,For there is dangerIn this dreaming- This infatuationThat roves boundless acrossVast chasms of feeling.But, how would one quietA wild heart such as mine?Wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/2763624/ The soft sandIs cool underfoot.Lapping wavesLull the moon and usSlowly to sleepOver the sea.Silver light poolsIn your emerald eyesAs you gaze outAt the incoming tideOf satellites and stars.ParadiseIs wherever you are. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/2763623/ Show meThat you can dance.Let’s waltzOur way to love.Every word you speak-A graceful stepKeeping timeWith my heart’sAccelerating rhythm. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/2763622/ All I’ve ever wantedIs to knowAnd be known.To loveAnd be loved.But I never imaginedSuch a thingWould actuallyBe possible. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/2763621/ Some things aren’t meant To be said out loud.That’s why I whisper them To the walls when I leave the room.No other humanShould carry this weight.To confide this burdenWould be to curse another’s conscience.“I love you” is the quiet mantraThat gets me throughTh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/2763620/ I can still rememberThe WorldWhen it was full of possibility.It seemed frozenThe wheel stuck,Awaiting my arrivalOr so it seemed to me. I fancied I would beThe keeper of its history,The discoverer of its treasures,The inventor of its tomorrows. My hubris, thus,Dared to mock The World.My pun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/2763618/ This is for my mirror... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/467725/ The chill of Winter and memories of a fireIcy hearts and burning passionA soul’s willingness to be destroyedConsumed by an eager antagonistWho am I if I am not you?If your face were not my reflection?Lost would I be within myselfCaught within the mire.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/438154/ Sirens are but a sound effectAn accessory to the soundless mountain airThe river feeds the life hereThe people are unnoticibly changed by itMusic is also a source of nourishmentEtherically sustained, we find our wayChart a new course in a new directionAll for the sake of progressionT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/421744/ The world is artEvery visionEvery soundEvokes an emotional responseNo time or place or thingIs more real than anotherReality is relativeAnd I am creating my ownPainting it with songWith thoughts and ideasMaking love and producing lifeThus I leave my markIt will be seen by tho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/421743/ June 11, 2007            Her hair is pinned as high as it will go. It gives her a headache, but relieves her from the intolerable heat of the day. She looks out as rain cascades down a second st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/421734/ Having it out with society's expectations... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/421498/ I am westward boundRacing toward a dying sunThe promise of rebirth a day awayWhen I will watch the sun rise in your eyesThe heat of the star reflected thereIs no rival to our passionI am chilled by the thoughtOf such a warmthSuch a love that has existedIn time before and time to co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/406331/ This short article/essay, like most writing could be better with additional research and I may return to it at a later point in time. I suppose you could consider this a rough outline of a longer essay due to follow. Education and the economy are buzz wor http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/403699/ A recent dream of mine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/381168/ Not my best work and it hasn't gone through the editing process, but it was meant more as a practice with personification and also to toy with the idea of a human digressing toward a more instinctive state of mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/313995/ Bitter ramblings of a mind not at ease with itselfSkin crawls deep within its thoughtsCreating an illusion of what may be a soulEchoing no resemblance of the silent spirit that dwells withinVeiling its true essence from the eye of the spiritually blind.Such a muddy mirror is this physica.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/309969/ Written for a special someone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/307396/ Exploring ideas and such http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/305262/ It's 6:30 and I need to fold clothes, but the bug just bit me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/304810/ Kind of wrote this one for myself actually http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/304807/ July 29, 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/296040/ My style of poetic prose... (July 18, 2008) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/296036/                  The telephone rang as it always did. It even had the same pitch, too lazy to make note of the importance of the message on the other end. 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I hope I'm not embarassing myself with those... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/222345/ I seem to have some very intricate and imaginative dreams that I have decided to weave into a book that I am writing. This is how the first chapter of that book begins... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/221442/ May 16, 2007 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/221426/ January 3, 2007 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/221422/ December 18, 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/221414/ December 11, 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/221400/ November 6, 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/221164/ October 26, 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/221147/ October 7, 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/221136/ September 21, 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/220840/ September 18, 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/220830/ September 11, 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/220814/ September 1, 2006 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/220802/ October 22, 2005 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/220796/ October 3, 2005 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/220793/ Written originally on August 12, 2005. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/220785/ To see the world through the eyes of a childHow innocent even the worst of memoriesYet always the notion that something just wasn't quite rightIn reality, parents know nothing of loveGrandma's internal struggle to keep it all togetherIs a place where perfect order could actually be disease.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/219742/ Black lines with smaller gray onesThat violate their endsPace their way along the velvet sky like parasitic vines.It is a desperate, futile attempt to reach the noon sun.But the glowing sphere trips on a cloud, falls,And the trees may not retrace their steps.They appear shattered as glas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/219736/ The only sound I hear is that of blades of grassAs they brush each other under the cool touch of the wind.It sounds almost like dull chimes-The Earth's lullaby calling me to sleep under a painted sky.The sun is beginning to fade, but left in its place are clouds of every color.Some are bri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/219733/ The beginning of your nights are the middle of my days,And as you are waking before the dawn,I am closing my eyes to chase the dusk away,But I think of you in these times And imagine what your offset schedule entailsThough land and sea and even time may separate our bodiesNothing can put.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/219731/ The smell of coffee perfumes the air with an energizing aroma. Coffee is a perfect compliment of Winter. The chilled air protruding through the cracks around the doors makes me tighten my grasp of the coffee cup as I stare thoughtfully out the window. People walk by absorbed in their own lives, not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/219729/ I sit and sip hot teaNonchalantlyI wait for the motivation to writeWhat I chose not for myselfProcrastination consumes meI wait a bit longerNothing but daydreams escape my headNothing but poetry enters my handThe pen flows across the paperIts own agenda to fulfillIgnoring punctua.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/orionsreverie/219721/