http://slow.writerscafe.org/oliverastudio The original writings of author Olivera en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021721 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is writing about drawing that I published on another blog in 2010 and I wish to preserve it here with my other writings. I am sorry it's in Serbian and a lot of people can not understand it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oliverastudio/1985453/ Nothing is the same anymore.A new basics book has opened New Chapters leafs for themselvesWithout me interferingPages gliding through my fingers And over my palms...Unstoppable.I can hardly touch the sheets,Gliding as a pure silk, elusively.What once was, is gone nowFor a new life has come to meAll .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oliverastudio/737808/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oliverastudio/693529/ My friend's pain was an inspiration for this poem. Free verse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oliverastudio/604702/ My love one is frozen on a forbidden continent. Dare I imagineHe sees me from time to time. I am squeezing verses from my heartExpecting no ignorance from him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oliverastudio/393717/ This poem is inspired by my Native American online friends. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oliverastudio/390774/ Poem of a broken heart . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oliverastudio/354739/ Morning art hightlight haiku, posted on: http://oliverastudio.livejournal.com/13236.html http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oliverastudio/349713/ Frozen memoryOn a single imageThat might have been a pillow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oliverastudio/277864/ Just some Gothic haiku I love so much... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oliverastudio/252670/ Send me a message. Just a word.Describe me politely.Intimately.With just one word.And my lifepath shall be shallow no more... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oliverastudio/238534/ Ice light bubblesFrom the North; flowing circlesBack and forth. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oliverastudio/232103/ Dark mushroomsOn my plate. Plants and cheeseOn Winter's Day. Heavy dish,Italian Spell.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oliverastudio/221290/ Fortune absenceMakes me cold.Shallow peopleMust I speak? Holding pebblesWhite and thickShallow fireDoes not warm.  The Truth...Always different.Pleasant AirIcy breezing. What to do?Knowing not.Standing silentGraciously. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oliverastudio/200545/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oliverastudio/200540/ The word Haiku is used as a description of brief thought of scenery I encountered. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/oliverastudio/200532/