http://slow.writerscafe.org/silkfield The original writings of author C.R.Turner en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776194640 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am where the sand meets the reedand the water runnethover,the beach-faring weevil,stumbling withpurpose�"plucked from alofta flurry of black wingsagainst an impossible sun.Yet cast me downthrough anetwork of rivules;back to my watery shallowswhereshadows a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/3124267/ Disentangle yourself from the nonsense of logic,and fall back into the dream from which you came.The childmind, born of love.The True Source of all things.Revisit this vivid, pictorial wonderlandwhere joy is joy,and sad is sad,- before you learned the art of deceit- before your body grew big and lum.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/2838223/ To be loved, but not to love,or to love and be not loved�"are vestiges colder than where love knows not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/2836882/ A dear friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/2801078/ An old Irish teacher - Mr. Armstronglost hopelessly in time,yet resurrected for one more classin my restless sleep.I mapped his face againthrough the dusty sunlightof the classroom window.Sunken features,small eyes,preposterous, extruding chin.Thin, limp hair,functional, chalk-dusted brown jacket.Re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/2062134/ First there was noise.Then came a new sound.A clear voice with a new idea.The idea disrupted the noise and commanded silence. The noise listened. Then it whispered. Then it spoke. Then it was noise again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/2035784/ If I could describe to youin perfect, exact detail..the shimmer of her silhouette - wet against the Summer sky,the bubble of her laughter,the curve of her faceand soft, cold hairs running through my hand,the rise of her naked thigh -and valley of her waist.The feel of her hard body on mine,how we du.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/2017430/ A familiar scrawletched across my facein public view -the mark of failure.The creased, beatenbrow,over-slept face,wincing eyesand downturned mouth.The pains ofself-loathingand doubt.The shyness ofcenturies,the thoughts of doom,the explosions of ideas-hollowed ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1783572/ Adrift in black,free from earthly coilthey stare down coldly- without compassion.Oblivious to our minuscule plight,our indiscernible differenceswhere we chop off each others' headsand hands, spill blood on soilnot fit to drinknor honour in anyone's name.Our microbe, chugging heartsfull of narrow int.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1775467/ Woman in pain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1533885/ Imagine you own a farm - a chicken farm say.Every day you produce a certain amount of eggs.Every day you go out and gather the eggs,putting each one carefully into its carton pack.You sprinkle some more nice feed for the hens,place all your eggs into the van  then off into town.Life is good, yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1477674/ Does what it says in the mirror http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1470918/ You are my Kryptonitea remote weight on myheartthat steals mystrength,and draws my breathfrom afar.A magnetic vicetoo strong for me.Makes me dizzy,fuzzy, sick.Can't. Think. Clear.                        &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1466407/ When the pain of staying outweighs the pain of leaving... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1461709/ For a friend, but for anyone really! :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1172721/ Not a poem, an experience. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1157432/ Something strange happened that night -The most passionate night of my life.No sex, scarcely words.A transcendent experience.A different plane altogether,together.In the quiet still,our souls came outand danced in the twilight.Our bodies mute,cast aside like uncomfortable clothes,put in a tranc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1134115/ Can you see how much I want you?I know you can.So why do you make it so hard?In my mind we are together,but my body is out wandering in the cold.You ask me to separate -my soul from my body,my words from my lips,my warmth from my touch.I know you have your reasons,and I respect that.But are your rea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1129751/ You are beautiful.You are flawed.You see the good ineverything -even me!You are unique.Being with you iseffortless,like a picnic on thebeach -warm, happy, fresh,fulfilling.You get me.You fill my heartto overflowing -make me cry for thelonely years.My crazy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1128101/ Today the worldjust got too much.All alleys seemed blind;friendly ears, deaf;the way forward, dumb.So I sat myself on a big white rockby the sea,and soaked up the morning sun.I looked at the dogand thought,it's just you and me pal -against the world.But he was more interestedin his piece of seaweed!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1126077/ For Luka http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1123413/ Venting about venting.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1120389/ Sorry, you might need a bucket for this.. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1115140/ Freeze time! Right now, thank you!Capture this instant -my life on a Polaroid image.Now - before it fades.Oh, this feeling right nowis so positive,statically chargedmakes my hair stand on endcatches my breath,my soul is electric,my mind tumbling throughhallucinogenic,beautiful possibilities;my heart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1113428/ In fairness, she warned me,but I was far too smitten to pay heed!She's as daft as a brush,befused and confuddledliving in a downside upturvy-topsy worldof versa viceand front to bottom.She keeps her romancestidy as her dishes -a tottering pile of half-eatencrockery and leftovers.Suppers half-begunan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1106673/ Strange. I had reached the point where I dared not to dream.Disappointments had rained and rained,washing all hope away.Then,calmly and without ceremony,an angel descended into my cave,my sorry, dark pit -smiledand spoke my name.A dazzling beauty,orb of light,swallower of dark -her pain and joy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1106629/ A tiny bell sounds.An elevator has unexpectedly arrived,and the doors have opened.It's a welcome 'hello',but also a reluctant farewell.If I step on board,I will enter a new worldand leave this one behind.I'm not sure if I'm ready to leave...This world I inhabit is sometimes cold and darkbut eerily e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1102751/ She is vegan, defender of wildlife.She is awesome to me.But, this place is not a home.It's a laboratory.A cleanroom -sterile and barren.She cleans and cleans and cleans,but can't seem to erase the memoryof some Great Sorrow. (I could feel it)She tries so hardto be precise,to be scientific -but .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1099627/ Kazow! Unleash the beast... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1099568/ serendippidy, no serrendipitie, er.. serendipputy, oh you know what I mean!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1099491/ From the flowerfields of my heart,the fresh, Morningtown meadows,and the silver cascading beauty of my soul,I have something very special for you.A warm smile.This brightest, truest smile is for YOU, dear reader.Searing sunbeams of whitegold,loving heat energy,and joyfor you.I share this i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1098185/ I stumbled on a Rule Of Love,and hope it's not just I,but when she says "you're really sweet",she really means "goodbye". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1096292/ I am a sea tailor,binding the heavy oceanswith a silver gossamer thread;a sun sailor,skimming the surface fires,riding the flares of change;A black diver,exploring the crushing deepsof the hidden psyche;A free radical,in vacuum suspension -insulated from the noise of friendship.I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1093795/ This poem IS about a real person! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1092834/ Suspended are wein this life -between birth and death;earth and sky;friends and family.Atoms and electronsmaking us just 4% matterthe rest as yet unknown.We pass throughtime and spacelike a loose butterfly netthinking we are solid -certain of ourselves.But even our 4% matteris mostly water -itself a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1090685/ This is not about a real person! LOL! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1090145/ She is the colour of the sky,the circle of the moon,the echo of my soul,the sorrow of my tune.She is the mother of my cries,my lover and my muse,my trusted friend,my neverending blue.She is the keeper of my dreams,a comfort in the nightthe shadow of my fears,the fire of my light.And on this crazy ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1089293/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1089016/ It's the latest craze.I bring the ballyou kick the s**t out of ituntil you get bored.I bring it home for repairs -a little patch here and therethen go running back outto find someone to play with again.Wayhay! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1088129/ She has a suitcase - the biggest one I have ever seen!A suitcase full of dictionaries, encyclopaedias and manuals.Such incredible knowledge - all there,within easy reach of her playful fingertips.She's a clever one is this!But wait! Oh no - she stands at the bottom of a huge staircase!!It must .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1084863/ DNA encoded with stripes.Encrypted packetscrossing space,but for who, for what?Are these the stripesof an imminent attacker?Or the camouflageof a doomed quarry?It's an enigma -a Turing Shroudfor a secret saviour.The sleeper has awokenfrom his double-helix -spiralling out of control,mutating,free fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1084810/ Sitting here alone at the airport,at sleepy o'clock in the morningmy mind resists,but too weak -invariably falls backto the last time I was here.Opening a poison Pandora's boxof treacherous memories,small, glistening emeraldsso beautiful.So painful...Illicit meetings in the park,rolling kisses in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1080474/ I am a hapless passengeron a giant speeding train.I don't know where it's going,but I know it's far away.I joined the train in Allento take a little pleasure ride.It looked just like a kiddie's toybut grew and grew in size.I can look out of the windowwalk up and down the car,talk to fellow passenger.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1075634/ Just for fun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1074228/ A bit racy. I had thought of a rhyming scheme on this one, but then thought better of it! :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1073937/ abcdefghjklmnopqrst,uvwxyz. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1072607/ Still lifecaught in a shadowshe liesunder his spellAll nighttiger and dragonlocked tightbehind her eyesDo you knowwhen you call my nameyou control my brainwith thoughts like thisgetting lost in you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1072166/ Hahaha!! Written in a bad mood and sitting here too long unpublished! Publish and be damned I say!! :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1071305/ I dreamt last nightof the North sisters.Three elderly spinsterswho lived next doorto my childhood home.So kind and warm,they never judged,and you were alwayswelcome infor tea, biscuits and cake.Every Christmas,they would bake us a cakeso full of fruit and Guinness,so laden in marzipan,royal icing,re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1071202/ Red calypso,brilliant star.Forever subservientto her dark master.There,suspended in her pale corona.Culture and conditioningher sticky web.No hope of escapeor flight.No sound in her scream -only dry airin the impossible black.Vacant possession.A prisonwithout walls;A sentencewithout judgement;A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/silkfield/1068555/