http://slow.writerscafe.org/Seriana The original writings of author Seriana en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776177729 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Serpent’s Reach Waters woosh with amoaning, hollow cry,swallowing the depthsof betrayal left behind,conceding to twilightabove. The waning moon peeks‘round the corner of a night-smitten cloud,one that watches thebeyond from above,an alias to sil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2922579/ A little something based on observations. Appreciate the art of human movement. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2903431/ Reflections on connections... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2890263/ Of conflicts in the mind...and heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2889950/ Aimless sitting here in time-out, pretending that I’m doing something meaningful, productive. As if writing poetry has no meaning? What of the extra box of kitty litter I received from Amazon? I don’t even have a cat,  but if I did, I’d call her M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2887442/ VernalityThe room was bright withthought,artificial chirps in thenearby,a vacancy of leaves,but they shook in thebreeze,a little enough for me tobreathein the essence of spring onthe horizon.Things stood in a stillnessof wait, for what and whom not to beknown.But the wisdom of life swe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2881540/ Standstill There is no angst in a shadowed eve,not like a night without frilly soundcurled up in velour and chill with a little bit ofwarmth.The whispers of twilightcreep in a silent waterfall dropof strength-binding will to forget the forgottenless it overfill.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2881468/ Cachet I am the sea.To be grand in a way...no fathoms too deepto seep slowly allaround,gathering together,in surround. I am the star up there,just beyond sight,but enough light to see.Billions of years ago,now,forgotten to be... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2880766/ Quiescence Two more days and I’m born again. Today? I’m foreign, living amongst strangers in another dimension. What happens tomorrow when today is done? In three days, when I'm the same person in new skin, what will happen then? The landscape.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2868071/                                http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2866324/ ElsewhereRibbed-linetrim down the edge with bargain four-holed buttons,ona sweater meant for warmth.Tokeep her wrapped against the things she sensed from...Elsewhere. Patience...Thevoices were somewhat muffled whispers,fillingthe silence of a gap,wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2865869/ Tremor Blurred vibrations of sound surround all around me, pressing close without a touch. A bit much, if you ask me, to be in a space of repel and swell of the sounds and mounds of energy waves that cascade from above to evaporate upward from below .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2848687/ MineI miss the way you lookedat me,RLLC.Eyes locked in a gentlegrasp.I miss the way you saidmy name, only you would have thataffect.I miss the way you smelllike coconut, always like coconut.To you it was like thebeach,but,to me it was just you... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2840711/ ReleaseLoss is excruciatingly painful.Whether it be a death,loss of a “ship”,relation, companion, or friend,loss of a routine (change coming up again),or even loss of expectations.It’s hard to let go.Letting go of the “thing” is almost wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2840563/ Majesty The rough bark wasitchy against my back,ancient depth to atree so tall.I unwind in restanyway,weary from the long,climbing ascent.Sweating,I sit,warm breathcondensating in the high mountain air.It’s quiet up here,eerily quiet,so quiet I hardlyhear the rush of the runni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2840422/ Inspiration from my son. He is an old soul in a young man's body. I am blessed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2840026/ To be read slowly, with pause and purpose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2840020/ Because sometimes we find ourselves lost in thoughts... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2839925/ " Photo courtesy of "https://www.peakpx.com/en/hd-wallpaper-desktop-omnpn". No copyright infringement is intended. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2837597/ Photo courtesy of "https://ciro-marchetti.pixels.com/featured/tree-house-ciro-marchetti.html". No copyright infringement is intended. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2837596/ Photo courtesy of https://www.artstation.com/lukamivsek. No copyright infringement is intended http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2837592/ For him.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2795344/ YouThere Crisp,sharp edges framed with shiny, metallic paint,verywell maintained,firmupkeep,clean,andtight,withlittle room for loose lines.Withthe smallest, gentlegesture,humbledwith wispy shyness and an oblivious girl’s kindness,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2788391/ These Things I sit in the quiet, watching the riot of the fan blades blow, spinning with spiraling, radial force, of course. I hear the rattle of something...semi-distant, as the luxury of a modern AC unit kicks in. I think of things, (not these...) .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2782090/ Undercurrent Cold, Alone. Lying in the listless dark  languishing in languid lulls of loneliness... So quiet.  The tune on my arms dances with silent thumping ghosts, Unseen...but there... My hair stands at full attention, trailing the frail dro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2781075/ Taboo In rooms hidden from behind forbidden curtains begging cries reach out in yearning tendrils, wrapping through the sodden night, sometimes entwining the days, or other junctures in betwixt... Soft moans, some, in painful request plead for p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2778604/ Because the fairytale is real. You've all taught me that. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2771861/ As observed on 4-2-21. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2770968/ BloomA heartlies in a pool,languid andweary.Tepidthe waters that slow flow and slosh around,cloakingin a protective armorof transformativefragility yet unknown.Abeautiful deception hangs all abound,walls thatsuspend in surround,coated withbrilliant stones of gems.Sparkling,alluring,t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2770119/ Photo courtesy of mikaelsplayground.tumblr.com No copyright infringement is intended. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2769768/ This is about people. Photo courtesy of wallpapercave.com. No copyright infringement is intended. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2769767/ Gossamer What one sees matters not to the other. It matters little,  because it does not belong to the other. It belongs to the one with walls that contain, like a damn built up in blockade of its waters, likewise...the man who controls his thou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2769412/ Tandemeverything I have of “you”,everything I believe of “you”resides with hope inside myamber being…wishing…wanting through the void ofthis space for the love,unconditional, that not all will find. a longing so painfully acut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2768753/ Wicked Wind The branches sway to the rhythm of the day,and I feel the balmy breeze brush my hair,slightly wisping across my shoulders,flushing the warm air in a tickle.The whispering wind wraps around,in a whirlwind of whisks,dancing to a tune all its own... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2768369/ Obscura Fair Lady strolls the shorealone, gentle footfalls as thewaters lap at her feet, purposeful impressionsleft, and fade… She moves on in languiddescent, the will not of her own, but that of the darkness asit rises to meet the day. Fair l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2768368/ An Ordinary Day our days are filled with (extra)ordinary “things” things…………………………………………………………. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2768103/ Unspoken These are not words left unsaid.These are simply words.Unknown.On a blank canvas of alabasteras solid the stone that moves yonder knot…Anchored to a body,bold in their right of free will,to always remain…SILENT.Hidden beneath a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2768022/ Mine I don’t feel yours anymore. Was I ever? Like a cozy pair of worn-out shoes,  my favorite. That’s how it felt, comfy and safe… Now, you’re like the accidental splinter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2768019/ Exhale Ethereal eternal presence, standing tall against the hushed horizon line. The western sky casts shadows amidst the energy of levied leaves, watching as one silently floats downward to land at the alter ‘neathmy feet. Reverence of a grand life-force, vibra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2768018/ Firefly Warmvernal airswellstaut around the approaching woodland night.Puffsof soft white lightdanceand glow in silence, surround.Lingering,fluttersand shimmers,one,and two..threefootfalls more,acrossthe silky dirt pathofthis nig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2767897/ Forbearance… Waiting…in the hush of humming fansand whirling birds.A clunk-clunk in the distantdistance,a swish-whiz of clanketycars in a yo-yo cadence ofgun it,speed up, and SlowLOWdown…. Stillness in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2767890/ The CollectorWithfirm, quiet resolve it sits,steadfast,flat uponthe supporting podium.Onceopened fortuitously to apage of forgotten words, now opaque,as thecurtains of dust collect.They walkby in silence,the disturbancein air pressure flipping pages .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2467864/ GlassI stand.still as thesand slips silently through my hand.Time…Looking outupon the vast horizon,there isnothing but time.Desert inall directions,stillness.Nothing movesbut the pulse of a heart.Quiet.A tumbleweedin the distance….. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2467641/ DeliriumDarknessenvelopes the tiny cracked lights,breakingthrough shadowed crevasses of slivered moments.Theuneven fragments bounce and shatter,theirjagged edges sharp with dulled, dripping memories.Contemplationstrays silently in wait,and wondersthe choices yet t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2467639/ AmendsWhat isan apology if not absolute?Words ona page?Lettersin text not received?How,then, are they different from any other words,lettersblurred in the blended haze on a page…  I’msorry should be wrapping a person in a fusion of colors,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2467520/ ImpressionFor a moment,there was a flicker of something familiar,something woven in the cheesy smile,something sacred and warm.For a moment…after all,It was only a picture. I felt the flow anyway,the last picture I’d ever receive.The handsome face behind dark glasses,hiding tiny fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2467517/ Meant to be read slowly, with purpose and pause. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2465010/ She told me to write, scribble my thoughts. Here they are. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2464824/ coup de grâce All the rest of the evening my heart ached with the deepest regret I knew would pass upon the light of mourn. Then came the awake,the blood rushing in voluminous waves back to my pulse,the panic of your emptiness crippling me.The ache cemented itself inside…&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2160485/ Vade MecumI came across something in my mind tonight.I wanted to speak the words,tell you of my universe in thoughts and softfeelings,simply the way eye saw you.Words aren’t your language, though.You couldn’t process them off my lips,you wouldn’t s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Seriana/2153960/