http://slow.writerscafe.org/Siobhan The original writings of author Hope en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010199 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It was a chilled Autumn morning along the banks of a stream;my sweater was damp and had the sky had a gleam.Nothing else mattered than the warmth from my heart:I thought of a friend, his eyes, and being apart. The unexpected flutters from the butterfly's wings captured my gaze as she searc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/2487350/ Life can be as captivating as a wicker basked on the side of an arid interstate;   it is growing closer and passes in an instant, yet that image remains.Someone made that basket, and the materials were grown somewhere in the world.  It's worth the time to ask the questions: who? what?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/2467122/ Mostly playing around with words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/2463937/ My muse is playing a tune too soft -not a word is written, not a note is printed...My heart plays tricks and rides the wind -this storm won't stop, this storm is fraught...When will relief meet my beliefs?It's like jasmine that blooms too late: sweet and fleeting...My green is low and there's nothin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/2463935/ I’ve had writers block for so long until this poem I wrote last week. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/2160727/ Coping with intense family matters. Speaking to those who worry too much and affect our people. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/2039686/ From our pains we learn valuable lessons that should be passed on to our children. Writing this poem could only have happened when I allowed myself to listen "with my open ear." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1739877/ Sing a song, a verse, a rhyme -  maybe to a Valentine...Leaps abound in every step  walking in his arms, unkempt.Walking, smiling and galore,  what about that cellar door?Beauty done and never seen,  even to his ears and gleam. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1459613/ My heart, my soul, my mind...divine?Do you not see this moldy slime?Amaze...  and grace     and sleep       and soul...I guess I somehow fit your mold.This nasty paste and some distaste,  the mire, coal and stones immure.You see the things upon the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1458790/ Lost and lonely we come back to broken homes, hoping for a change. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1458776/ Yes, it is an E.E. Cummings' reference to "Anyone lived in a pretty how town". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1458274/ Whatever comes out, comes out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1458265/ Can't you see my dying limb?  No, you can't. You're blind and dim. Biting back!  No one can holdall my pitfalls,  scale the mold.You have knowledge,  but you're not;    with the tide, your blood did clot.Life, not love, holds much for you.  Learn to live or tu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1457717/ My heart, my heart! Why can't you sew?  Watch your actions, your words unfold.Candid are your deeds undone;  watch your seeds and watch them run.Growing thick, your blood decays,  see your life, and there it lays.Bring the misty banks of old  all your sadness, let it mold.Doubt y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1457690/ My dearly beloved,Oh how little you knew when you came,  a deep despair once you rang.Wild eyes, yeast and yearly souls -  no more, my life, they can't control.Unsung hero nonetheless,  yet never failing to give his best.You may walk and far away,  please don't leave the door thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1457687/ Contemplations, that's all. Wrote this after watching Firefly again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1376524/ Can't you hear the cries of fright!?  This shadow follows my weary eyes.Standing on this shifting mound,  I cannot find my path: unsound.    Running...Burned into this subconscious eye -   a dreaded sound threads the sky.Fears of evil, scared to fall -   why did I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1272536/ Sing your name above the line -   a dark, dank cave awaits your crime.No more freedom, no more cake,  give 'em what they're yet to take.Secret chambers, clear as mud -  these are things denied by thud.Howling maids have ran their raids;  ev'ry shade they've yet to make.No more he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1272534/ Maybe another year, sometime, or never --    Perhaps a subject less severe.  What if no one come to benefit?      I'll live, I die a counterfeit.No.May it be said,    and said aloud:  No more healing for the proud!Rocky puddle, 'neath .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1272530/ Music is rewarding, sure;  this passion, really, should endure.Can I follow through with this?  I could go work, but without bliss.Music is my life, you see?  Giving up is just obscene.Always working, always fail.  Why not just go kick the pale?Weddings bring this sense of joy.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1272529/ Ticking clock and racing time -   Why can't I just seem to hide?I know my talents must be used.  Insecurities do fuse.My passions fail against the tide -   this pool of knowledge: hide is crime.Dropping out there drip by drip -   no whale can fit inside of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1272526/ White tigers all amidst the storm;  How to see this cold world warm?Instant strength, and calm reserve,  Tethers to the world's faint curve.Ethereal,  Trusting,Instinctive,  Grounded - Everything yet we've come and  Rounded. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1272523/ Finding joy in ev'rything,  easy, proved in suffering.Winds of torment bring the rain,  that which cleanses all this pain.Roses dripping life's first cry  bring us perfumes so divine.Rain can wash away the dirt  or make puddles old and hurt.Beauty is some fickle thing -  fin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1272519/ A mustard scarf unraveled yet  cannot keep you warm from wet.Loop by loop it comes together;  scane by scane, it waits for weather.The hook, it works against the lame,  fighting fibers of the same.Fickle rows, identical,   all befell within the mold. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1272512/ Remember the butterflies, oh what a sight!   They fly with courage, even by night.Learn from their solitude and your plight -    maybe someday you can weaken your right. Seeped up in sponges, the work is no reel;   sopped up by buckets no longer appeal.I've been ga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1052186/ We have the power to heal and rip apart; with love we can help to heal those whose lives are unraveling. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1052178/ Holding, fighting batt'ring rams   open wide your clamming hands.Have you driven through the hills   bigger than your rival drills?Grandious shadows do they cast -    more to gather and amass. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1052173/ :D For us Dr. Who Fans :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1052172/ Once again, words that wrote themselves. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1052171/ Words that came together and wrote themselves. I was just the pen to the paper. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1052168/ Awake my soul to face the cold of Autumn's deadly chill;  teeming below the billowing ore, leaves sure do abide the shore.Ubiquitous fog clouds the dross of a shadow's timely cross.  Tapered branches bleed like snow to leave the course to rot below.Time, so small, in soft recours.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1035662/ Neither side of feeling high   come to pair with humbled air. Candle light leaves stain contrite;   grooves in stone seem too unknown. God on high, my song you write,   be existing through demise. On his wing, though live the flee,   grow the sparrow's life to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1009371/ Present feelings, ceasing thoughts,     will my body live to wrought?Countless bodies live so old     brought to silence to unfold. Reaching down and deep below     my squalid soul holds on to no.Deep inviting words of warm     trail be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1009369/ Cellar door to be my own   closed so perilous 'til the throne.Do I take this pen and ink    to write my soul-caressing dream?In my thoughts, admist this dream,   teems my God unceasingly.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1009364/ His colour eye stole hearts array.   wrestling in his mind to stay,Courting in this jewe'ls abode   knowing full his cov'nant's code.Her shine - impetuous though she be -   shone no longer to be seen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1009363/ Give me life or let me die.     Let me keep my heart to wry.Rotten flame and stone dead hearth;     empty grace my soul to part."Mind your actions" they say grave,     "look not back at what was safe.Healthy hands not clean in May &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/1009360/ Depth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/963824/ All he saw were memories ofHow he thought life used to love.Tortured and snared his thought life is,He never again, by her, be kissed.All she saw and all she knew Were things that scared her off too soon;All his passion and all his life;Intimidated, could she be his wife?Short and sweet their time g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/844004/ Mom finally understanding her daughter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/843998/ Now I see who I've come to be; Searching for what I do believe.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/824679/ I arrived home after almost a year of being away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/824150/ God, my sorrows hurt for you.My dreams are saturated with another view-     One which satisfied earthly pleasures,Hopes, aspirations, dreams, desires, and sinfulness.My thoughts are to be burned eternally.My aspirations are apathetic, unfeeling, ungodly an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/814909/ No more did the thoughts of joy enter my mind     as long as suffering and painful memories endured. Esther's sorrow for her people towers      over the guards around my own being. Though my heart has suffered greatly,      &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/814904/ For no reason http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/807624/ This is the first verse of another song I have written. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/784175/ This is actually a song I've been working on since January and it's almost done. Please let me know what you think of the lyrics...I need as much help as I can get. ~S. F. Busk http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/784167/ Every time I think I wonder at your grace.Every time I breathe in pain,You remind me of Your name.It is by Your love I am free.Every night I see the starsYou remind me of Your forgiving scars.With each passing day and constant heartbeatYou prove Your love just by being.With each cloud and gentle win.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/695267/ Antique hands and painted nails;  In empty eyes the soul is veiled.Delicate lace and a porcelain face;  Such innocence lying senseless-    It's unable to avail. Artistic style of wooden frame;  A face reflected that will remain.Distinctive feat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/692747/ Not much to say for the poem, it says a lot. How do you interpret it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/655610/ A song that I'm yet to write the accompaniment to. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siobhan/655594/