http://slow.writerscafe.org/helenw The original writings of author Helen Woodward en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776117532 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Can we? Do we? Live a life of cold resistance?Can we neglect to love?Do we need to forgive?Do we want forgiveness?Will we swallow pride?Will we ever learn to love unconditionally?To accept forgiveness is to admit faultYet if we refuse to acceptWe fail to give another the basic right of humility.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1993566/ Some timely advice http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1993484/ When all things pass awayWe are left with memoriesThoughts that trigger other thoughtsThe hand that so oftenStill feels warm in mineContinues to touch meAnd unbearable pain ensues...Gripping angst swallows me wholeThe time that was ripe for pickingHas been swept away by howling windsThere was such s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1454674/ Sun rays prickle my skinOr is it the nearness of youThe touch of your hand so warmThe heat of your lips on mineAnd the look in your eyesThe one you keep in your top left hand pocketFor me aloneIt is all those thingsOutshining the sun as alwaysIn my minds eye I see you before meIn tropical splendour .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1414169/ Feel free to copy and use these. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1413150/ Formy Husband...AllanWhereI BelongMyheart...ever tatteredMissesyouMySoul...still in tactTrustsmy LordTolift me gently...as he did with youAndplace me where I belong Backin your armsSafe...caredabout and loved unconditionallyIlook to the Sunshin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1372031/ (Playing with a line from Shakespeare's...'A Midsummer Night's Dream’)Heat a flame from loins preparedBoldly she admits she caredBut suffer for their truth they must…In purple haze of light and trust…One fine day they’ll no doubt seeWhat utter fools these mortals be….. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1352346/ So painful to consider the pastThough memories drift above my headGiant eagles of hope and loveWave goodbye in unison blueThe sweetest melancholyBrings my heart to skippingAnd the strongest yearningKeeps it grounded in dewWhere is your song of lifeTo help me breathe?Anger, sadness and happinessDance.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1352021/ For those who have lost a loved one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1352020/ A personal journey of discovery... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1352011/ Collab put together by Craig Froman and Emma Joy... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1280708/ For all who know the heartache of ungrateful children~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1253963/ Artwork by Trudy Rice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1252175/ The consoling hush of night brings my mind to thinkingThoughts reminiscent are lovingly blandished with endearmentTurned over and over until I can see you before me once againAnd the smile that has often touched me so lingers in my memoryIt is said that parting is such sweet sorrowYet to part from t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1247643/ Theclock ticks to pacifyHungryhearts of longingAndas the rolling under swell of passionTurnsheads to thinking 'love'Romanticimperfections run amokAmorousbirds of prey fly highRulingthe skies thunderous with painSearchingthe colonies of like mindedButmuses scatte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1247212/ It is the still of nightThat takes us to places lovedCalm, peaceful places only dreamedCan we afford not to visitThe beauty of love at peace?It is the serenity of prayerThat leads us to a higher planeOne of tranquility and love offeredWhere we gather with celestial splendorAnd see ourselves clearly .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1246091/ I am at times told that I must know a lot about love, but all I really know is that love comes to those who wait. I am floundering around in the dark like everyone else trying to find my rightful place, however I have learned a few important lessons on my personal journey about  the insanity th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1245974/ "A Personal account" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1245971/ At the apex of yonderridgeA blackened sky withthunder rollingCracking lighteningforked unmercifullyI sheltered this bodytollingT’was as was told indays of yoreAfraid of life and limbMemory returned to itsvery coreWith strains of chorushymnDown the encasement.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1242918/ A personal account... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1242910/ Ohsuspicion, you are the downfall Of those who trust you…foolsthat they are Looking for shelter in your deceiving arms andpointing fingers That draw the feeble minded into your web ofdestruction Oh wicked one…when will you cease your unholyterror And .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1242904/ Merewords cannot give you the love I have to giveItflies with purpose under the beautiful wings of the AlbatrossOverthe foam and wild distance to a shore of my longing heartTheplace where you wait out the winter in love with meItis my prayer that my warmth will ease your tender.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1231441/ Thedelicious thoughts a kiss can bringCarryus toward deeper understandingOfuntrained emotionsSurgingforth in torrents of passionOna roller coaster of heatUnequalled...Eyes...Likea magnet draw us inwardThemere thought of a kissCangive rise to visions of parad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1231436/ Lovefalls beneath the black moonSeveringties once so richly madeThenight sky is starless once againAndas the inky clouds give birth to a stunning dawnNopleasure will she find through heavy eyelidsHedoes not know that love was completeAndas she remembers him Sheund.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1231430/ Isaw the irresistible new dayBrilliantsunlight seeking a viewOvermy ill gained horizonYouwere slow in your advanceButthere you were before me Witha heralding trumpet clearBrandnew and different Asnight and dayWasthe call that drew me nearThenew dawn awak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1231402/ Heaven blessed me...And I was grateful...Then...Finally...God's arms scooped upThat which remained...Of me...And set me free http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1231389/        Love was, but couldn't beToo deep? Maybe...So many goodbye's saidYet here I am Grounded in feelings insurmountableSo many branches on the tree of lifeFalling, crashing to the groundNo one caresI stand on the banks of the riverLooking at the other sideIt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1183829/ Something for all who have loved and lost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1159009/     Thestrong allegiance binding my heart to yoursIsso often comforting, re-assuringNurturedas it is by God himselfThecreator...still creating a masterpieceThywill be done in us.Wemay lack understanding...yet...Thereis power in this depth of lovi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1139686/         Thereis something palpably selfishInthe minds of lovers in turmoilSomethingmarkedly oxy-moronicThatnever fails to bend the rules to breakingSharingseems to be impossibleAndthough love is ever passionateSoft,caring and memo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/1121463/ A fools paradise http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/956381/ PRELUDE;Wordscan be wonderfulDevastatinglycruelUnmanagedand uncontrolledWritten/statedwithout thought Outof hatred and vengeful maliceAttimes mere words...mine and othersLeaveme coldIsaid...you said...we saidNosolutionJustwords hurting and hangingInmid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/953378/ Wonderful creatures of the nightInspire me withThought provoking messagesTravelling on soft breezesThe cicada’s strength of songDeafening, filling sensesWith deliberationThank youThe owl’s haunting cryWisdom abounding from nowhereIt seemsSummer is almost hereAnd it carries hope in its wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/953367/       Not too long ago I could still feel the call to loveThough pain was evident in every breathI savoured the passion on which it balancedThe words on which it feastedAnd the life on which it miraculously countedMoments of sheer magicAlways treasuredEver neededLonging.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/951409/ When all things pass awayWe are left with memoriesThoughts that trigger other thoughtsThe hand that so oftenStill feels warm in mineContinues to touch meAnd unbearable pain ensues...Gripping angst swallows me wholeThe time that was ripe for pickingHas been swept away by howling windsThere was such s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/951404/ Serenity on a budget http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/926269/ The Bohemian style of decorating comes close to the Country, Shabby, Hippy and Vintage styles to my eye at least. It looks elaborate and expensive, but it can be very inexpensive. You can truly be yourself in a home created for Bohemian comfort...it is not just a decorating style, but a lifestyle of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/926267/ For all artists who so beautifully express our world to us... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/926265/ All we do reflects our soul's longingAnd all we say reflects our heart's desiresWe lay them bareAnd leave them open to scrutinyEvery day we have the opportunityTo bathe others in lightBy a smile, genuine in deliveryWe illuminate that part of usThat makes us who we areWe have the power to shineTo pre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/926263/ Lavender flowers have long been used to treat digestive problems, insomnia, anxiety, and restlessness. Until World War I, lavender was used to treat and disinfect wounds. For centuries, English farmers would place lavender flowers in their hats to prevent headache and sunstroke. Women would place sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/926255/ A novel Based loosely on true events http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/926247/ Here I stand, on the peak of life's mesaHow unreal it all looks from hereThe remnants of misty clouds now leaveClear vision and lasting impressionPay a visit to this magical place of peaceTall trees protect that which is important to meMy memories of something importantThere you are, lying...regular.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/helenw/925443/