http://slow.writerscafe.org/wdfreeman The original writings of author W.D. Freeman en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776044999 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She sat before the unwashed windowsipping tea of penny royalas outside the children played -some were bowling; some croquet -she watched and sighed; nothing beside.she looked so beautiful sitting there -cool gray eyes; raven hairwhich bore a red carnation -scarlet as her dress of v.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wdfreeman/235150/ a critique of what class and nobility really mean. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wdfreeman/228750/ Time marches on, even as the clock stops –On the side walk I find a broken watchAnd bend down to pick it up –     Omega(Prophetic)Ground into the pavement by the steps      Of many an oblivious passer-byCracked crystal and s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wdfreeman/228745/ When ere I slip into the darknessThey shall not sing my praiseFor I as well am one of themWho bore his father's shame.And for that which once had been my prideI now feel naught but disdain,for I know no longer shall greater glorybe heaped upon my name --Lest all the world be ashe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wdfreeman/228744/ Surrounded by cannibals and animals –     The strange tribes jerry-rigged from     Juxtaposed masses of amorphous s**t     That spew over and over the same     Tired lines of death, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wdfreeman/228743/ a sordid tale of seduction, lies, conflicting loyalties and the fog of war http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wdfreeman/228741/ Dream, in volatile sleep,As the night gives way to the dawn;Stirring voices  in the rooms around,As the worker-bees begin to buzz,The clip-clop and the plid-plod on            The streets below the windowAs the salmon go to spaw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wdfreeman/216326/