http://slow.writerscafe.org/AdamW The original writings of author Adam Whitworth en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990570 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 deeper the shadowthan thoughtless sunlight can spreadsat on the old cot http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1808249/ The only fruit keepsbobbing in time with the breezeblowing down the treeOne whose love poemclouds bow their heads and whisper,as we sleep, on fire. not a soul was seenI was riding home on Marsnow I hear the birdsA gust made, of leaves-that marvellous distraction!Words took up my thought.Our big.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1805623/ There was a medicine for the whole world-and I a medicine man!Crazed faces made beautiful againthis was my guiding dream.It was not so long ago.How does a convictionwind in its sailsfail to find Land Ho!what bites through so solid a rudderoh Marie Celeste what of your crew?With the Sun on its faceno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1719365/ Centre of the Colosseum;the world, it's dust.In sinister hand a gladius,tormenting pricksminute by minute.The dextrous lifts a firmer daggerpersuasive for an hour come.Sweeping full circle-what shaded hiding place?Some crack and groanor protest and rage,then some filled with disdain;All are pointed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1717189/ The lovely positive words of childreneach one displayed on a tumbling leaf.So poetry hits- an August heat to one mind. One must stand where one is put,sea of golden fields to the horizon,levelled, muddied, this world- all else a dream.Blow along with cotton wool clouds, walking scarecrow f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1703537/ This poem explores a number of portrayals of women. Men are labelled as children within the poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1700576/ work in progress, help appreciated http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1697994/ work in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1675988/ work in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1672396/ Has anyone seen these puppies?They respond well to words of loveand when I shock them out of their dreamsinadvertantly treading on their toesthey forgive me as I forgive themscratching my eyball with a wagging tailwhen my crippling shyness would leave me isolatedI am saved by  their generous un.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1651085/ A picture of myself cycling home from work. And I do see geese nibbling the grass on the way, they often form a crocodile across the road stopping the traffic, which greatly amuses me. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1647308/ The Dove says:This fool neglects the simplest task...he shows me no respect. Love, I shall hiss at him like a snake"Hisss"The Dove says:This fool regards himself as the whole world-the sky is his eyewash!Love, I shall snarl at him like a tiger"Grrr"Above the branches comes a warm call "Coo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1644203/ work in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1641996/ work in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1640183/ work in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1594360/ The Poets brush my shoulders, a battle of life and death on the tip of the tongue.They board the train meek cattle,I lose them behind massed shirts.Dear poets, return; I beg you - remain young.The poets take my moneyexchanging the customary pleasantries, thankyoufor Beowulf vaporisedwith the cl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1575396/ another note to self http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1559831/ We are the rain at great heights;the raindrop inching down the rockface,a sign to be interpreted.Treetops bowing to the earth below; look, faraway spirit sets down our leaves.Gestures such as these! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1554516/ lustrous dawn light outside our windowthat would hold us as dancers, as laughter across the lawn,blooming must be all the rosesfor birds sing ceaseless festivaland a loving warmth has every beeand butterfly in paradiseI quietly lift the latch to praise the day,there a few cars sail by unmindful.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1545732/ I saw a poet chained to the page;mothers locking doors against their children.Was leafy chiaroscuro surrendered thento a path straightened so long ago?Deep forest dwellers watching with intentthe spider-plant poised on the windowsill. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1545033/ She would be the bright queen of beautyat whose touch springtime would breatheeach image of grace honouring hersShe would be the queen of all the countryall benefit bestowed from her palaceall roads turned toward to her bright citadelShe would be the dazzling queen of magicboundless her force of per.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1543883/ work in progress, all help appreciated http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1536133/ I would have the lines follow beautiful curves, each word a vibrant colour, letters of all sizes and fonts. But, hey... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1518031/ as always, work in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1505693/ AlthoughI might make money like a machineor have to fight before a baying crowdor chew and stare like a cow in a fieldIt was the emotional life for mewatching Red Rum complete another miraclemy mum with tears on her face'Oh, you little darling' she saidI think not so much with pride on his behalfbut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1503829/ Like Christmas to a childthe morning promises- a solar eclipse!Must sleep me well to wake early,light and shade for dreams,poetry feeling real.What could pierce the gladdening?I fear the grey clouds more than ever;that the moment of romance should passunremarkably as any other. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1502227/ work in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1502156/ I, who will not argue with plain beauty,and all who love must agree in the end,no thought but for the quiet hymn playing;enchanted air on which we all depend.Halted, as a cloud before the desert,confessed all questing projects to be vain,humbly now, high cliffs before the ocean,dear holy projects, w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1499647/ It might have been the deck of the speeding Cutty Sarkon those days that are no morewhere a babe curled, and slept, and wakedat the foot of a wooden clothes horsemy hard pressed mother turned to iron thenless distracted for an hour long sailedthat babe was me at the warmest spot of homeon those days.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1493095/ Your eloquent heart has spoken to my heartnatal and yet the babe of timeonce more my favourite story flowers giddy steeds fair gallop there in circlesgiddy train whoosh around the trackenraptured hear a ring of bells concurthe delicate sage the eloquent heart doth saymy love, my love, and everm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1486939/ Alien and unbelievable nowthese tales of easy summerheld all the closer as icy winter howlssweet scent gold apples over-ripestill high along the branchravished as imaginedI see them shared among usdeep condensed poolshold wildfowl in a spinentertain the fox and ratswho rapt mid-step eyeand dove.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1485730/ Crash though my eyes-swim inside my head-thus we meet; my darling must know,then ride in my breast pocket, Full Moon.A silver halo rings that classic facegood lantern set before winged pupilsshock the waiting lake in your famous thousand piecesslip behind a cloud to disappoint me?Hey! there you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1483521/ My songs are like the winds that bring the rainthat so soft courts the hidden seeds, my lovebut I am misunderstoodMy songs like thunder in the muted nightmagnify lightening, heartbreakingly closebut you sleep so sound my loveMy songs recoil from drunken confusionopposing corruption, they guard, they.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1479427/ To see the human will at work, enacting evolutionary change through time,look at fairies and unicorns, who once inhabited the vital imagination of human communitiesand are now found only in children's storybooks.Ghosts, angels and demons too have plagued the vital imagination of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1477045/ Before we knew what was happeningnot that we do nowwe volunteeredfor a three-legged raceand liked it so muchwe refuse to cut the knot!Our fandango is staggeringour stumbling steps barely move us alongbut we have our own wayfor as two heads are better than onethree legs are better than two.Four .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1473645/ Swooping fields laid back,     dreamt up birds,           now mists,      to haunt the summer skies;trees with tickling branches trembling;    cool nights           who watch     w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1472733/ With apologies to Hamlet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1472159/ And did your eyes, my darling dear,look on my plain old garden green?And was sunlight and dew combinedto render there a verdant scene?New paths at odds with custom's mapnow do you lead me by the handfor if Jerusalem be builded hereunrecognised then all the landBring me the summer of my daysbring me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1452498/ When I am old and staggering I will carry to safetyall the world, all that is in it and all its ideas.When I am young I will dance a swaggering dancemy laughter will ring and I will count myself rich. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1449784/ A little bird was in my garden or was it a fox?Let's say a fox.I love nature and held my breathnot wishing to miss a moment.My life and its business I happily put asideI stand in awe and am amzed.A little bird or fox, or for that mattera unicornpranced gracefully across my gardenand into my house.I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1447972/ work in progress http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1441121/ Beside our flowers laid on the ground,were we composed heads of ryewe would show the path of moving windswhipping through with a cry,were we the beams of pale light piercingunfeeling clouds hung above,we'd fall to those chill corners belowneedful of healing loveOur flowers on the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1439883/ While your homesick knockof all the worlds wondersI strain to hear at my doornow my walk along the riverbankof which we could never get enoughin my mind is more time with youand any leafy lane meanderingsomehow one we never foundso many we found togetherramblers turned explorersa morning a springboa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1435214/ A Funeral Poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1434175/ I never thought to see a rainbow bereft of the innocent thrillI never saw a sickly moon or shoreline less than inspiringcould never feel the breath of rushing airbut from land over the horizon feeltidings of my part in a mythnow unperturbed clouds float by as everbut a piece of the sk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1426889/ Will you drink with me today?I will drink, and drink, and drink of yesterday.Heads of the meadow, bowed by heavy rain,sway right and left under skies runningwith darkened, threshing storms.Shaken blooms hold on,and drink, drink of yesterday.One ideal has leapt into a simple vase reaching for a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1423491/ As well as buckets and spades, this poem is concerned with what can or can't be said, and what has to be understood without being said. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1413298/ Bouyant in harmony with the wavesmoving gently a rowing boat rocks in sympathy with the soothing craftwe'll stop and watch for some timeonce glasslike varnish flakesrusty gunnels spark with lightbelonging to no one it seemsshe is a sleeping work of artchildren are curious and drawnmusing on a s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1408146/ Kant caught Hume at the crossroads,he would silence this fool for good,Hume had no fear and no reason to fear,a giant among men he stood.All night they fought and wrestling still,they battle but neither will fall,where do we go from this crossroads?They are fighting to lead us all. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1395973/ Sleek waves lie calm before her,see her descend to the shore,you would believe good spirits encircle herand each star an eye upon herthe old stories, suspected true,would have her a princessand he upon whom she would leanpetitions the skies for happy endingsbut tales as old as time show moments.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AdamW/1395926/