http://slow.writerscafe.org/Rac7hel The original writings of author Rac7hel en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776009963 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 my first attempt at a villanelle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/591819/ on the evolution of word choice in poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/591818/ Sort of a sequel to "Morning Meditation", but not necessarily http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/591817/ playing with word sounds http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/591816/ The waves that wax and wane against my feetand gusts of wind that break upon my beachrecoil as I breathe them deeply in,then blow them backward, ne'er again to breach.How strange that I should wield this much controlo'er wind and water, powerful and swift--For who am I, ungodly human flesh,To push a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/591815/ Sequel to "Jezebel". The only vowel I used is U, which was muuuch harder than E, hence the crappiness and crudeness of this poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/591812/ The only vowel I used is E. Boo-yah! This was really hard, I recommend trying it! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/591810/ my first French poem. Woot http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/591808/ just an observation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/591805/ The rocks are hot from the inside outFrom long daysof endless summer heat.Lizards have lain there, and basked in the sun,but their burning beds would scald my naked feet.The air is dense and the birds begin to retreat.As thunder rips open the atmosphere,its edges are frayed by the wild wind,Forcing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/591803/ yay for word play http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/591802/ Rest in fury,Silenced.Curb your violence.ForceYour fuming hatred toSubmit.Shaking,Although unobserved.Hatred is an ugly word,And bitterTo admit.Suppress it, bottled in,And never let them in,And never Let them in.LieUntil the blighted bitter end.Suppress but do not bury it,Or disregard. Rem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/591801/ Need any help?(please say no, please say no)Whatever it is you're doing, believe me,I CARE about that.If I didn't have this other stuff to do, I'd be like,SO right there with ya.It's just that I'm incredibly busy,and you're really good at that anyway.I'm impressed, actually, with how good at it you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/591800/ Memories glow like photographsin black and white and shadow.And I rememberwalking homewith cracks in stone to point me.The quiet firesin the windowsburning in the corners as the memory flickersin and out of focus.Shadows smileinto faces,voices I remember.And the people standso far awayand .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/581654/ My right hand tells my left what to do,and I call her you.and she says,"sorry"but it's cool, and I tell her,Do that and I'll do this.You hold that still, and I'll twist. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/581653/ Little humansSwim for safetyAll in a uniform blob.Function one:Follow.Function two: Evade.Six or seven fishes inDirect line with the jaws.One scatters, though who can say which,And the rest go with the flow.Follow, into a tighter blobBehind the jaws, behind the finsEvade the tailAnd watch the j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/581652/ Once again,if not so much before,this time for sure,I know it's silly--But I haven't gota whim or thoughtor words or guts for spilling.The ache is in my butt, and notmy heart, or othermore poetic body part--and with it thereI can't comparea simple wimpy musingwhile the limping legs I'm usingwobble o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/581651/ Whirling around again I peelMy eyes apart so I can feelThe truth behind my stare.Solemnly I seem to glareBeyond what I believe is thereAt what I fear is real.I peel away the fast adhered,The fallacy of what I'd feared,The raw and bleeding truth revealed,and beauty there appears. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/581645/ Me gustaría escribir poemasque dicen todas mis emocionesy con palabras largas y bonitasasí que suenan como canciones.Aúnque me encanta españolExiste mucho que no sé decir,y debo elegir los pensamientosque no son muy difícil traducir.Resulta en sonetos imperf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/581642/ Structure is the kindle for the fireof everything that takes imagination.You build a box, and in it, your creationwill grow and thrive, so orderly and straight,into a mighty pretty little box.Exactly your initial inspiration!So why don't we just nix the inspiration?We'll shred it up and set the lot .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/581641/ You two should really work something out. I just plain don't understand.Okay, the point of a toilet is to take all the gross, unsanitary stuff that comes out of our bodies, and immediately send it somewhere where no one has to look at it or smell it. Right? Seems pretty simple to me.Why, then, do I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/581633/ I am less than three of you.My colon opens wide becauseI'm shocked that I admitted that.And then, because I think that's silly, My colon makes a dash of pee,and then everything's back to normalcy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/581631/ Perfect face, with eyes agleam...Strong and gentle eyes, that seemto love me, every time I dreamof Hugh.I'll never let Hugh know how muchI long to take Hugh out to lunchand giggle at the slightest touchfrom Hugh.For this I may in time repent,but circumstances don't relentand so it seems I wasn't mea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/581625/ Part the grass, and carve a curvy path.Slither through, so every bladeBrushes up against your scalyFace, and rushes by you as you pass.Alone, in a world of beautiful thingsReaching for you, and they Strive to get closer andCloser to you, to beOne with you,And they do.These are your woods,And th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/581615/ Strange, awkward. Perfect.I climb in bed again.Hope for peace, but it's a gamble, andI don't really mind.My eyes glass over and I descend.Ascend.At last.I am awake in a thousand ways,When judgement waits behind The brittle glass. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/581608/ Save it for another dayI'm dead for nowBelieve me.The more I loveThe more I hateAnd cringe insideMy writhing needTo fill myselfWith love.Love me back so I can hateMy own deceitAnd settle for my petty explanation.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/581598/ The Supreme Court are the secret-agent hooded badasses,the Ninjas.They can't be fired.they're oldthey dress like wizardsthey don't stand up to clapbecause they decided as a group, it would be in the nation's best interest if they were to appearto be unbiased toward the various "opinions" that p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/581584/ I used to have a lesson learnedSo undeterred, I earned itBut the words are lockedAnd in my pocketsBurning holes andYearningTo have turned into a journeyInto anythingThat's better than they were.What's the word?I wonder.Search me.Burned away before I ever heard. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/581580/ Dreams are very fragile friends.Great stories at the best of times,But frequentlyThey only leave meshaken.PleaseFade to black and do not reawaken.Let my brow relax, and sleep,And do not wander back.And keep the pretense That I might have been mistaken. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/581578/ Under the stony walls,these are the only walls left,we gather.We, the weathered, the broken.Survivors, if we don'tcrumble.Our footstepsand vocal chords,a quiet hallowed chorus,echoing against the walls,our cold and stony sanctuary,alone like us,among its many fallen.The walls are mourning with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/581571/ Yesterday is yet unending.Clench and hold the precious under.Suffocate and keep repenting,Keep repeating, Never wonder.Yes we can, But will we ever? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/581569/ Sweet at firstand always smiling,Lift your lips and say you love me.Yes I know you're all about me,Wouldn't live a daywithout me.Lay another finger on me.Tell me that you'd love to meet her.Love me betterwhen I'm with her.Sweet becomes a little bitter.Frozen over for the winter,Blurred ref.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/581534/ Trudging through the sludge ahead,We drag our heavy weight, and wade--Judging by the trench we've made,Weakened, by the mud we tread.Fewerevery day, and smothered,Falling, dying pachyderms.Dead. Weight. Full of worms.Straining still,to drag each other. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/581523/ But seriously,If I don't stop dreaming about these mirrors, I might justBecome what they tell me I'll be.Confused, then obsessed, by mental reflectionsRelentlessly gazing at sad hypotheticals,Become as I see myself, Washed out and faded,Dried up and brittle, Then stepping out into the rain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/581516/ Welcome to my dewy eyes,Shadows, colors, fireflies.Wink to life and stay awakeFor a while.Through my windows, once opaque,Bedazzled by the glow they make,I cling to now, with orbs for eyes,And smile. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/581513/ As deep as the roots grow, the mostFundamental order.Life is narcissism. So is love.Foundation, my castle,It drives me up the spiralThrough a life of interactions IManipulate and love.I know they all are castles too,Despite some proud delusions.Ignore it, hide it, paint it gold,And smile and love be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/581507/ I live another year and watchMy fingers painting selfish portraitsI can never touch.And they become me.I paint a picture of myselfStanding next to them and hopingThat I measure up.And live another year and watchMe growing to resemble them,And changing.Overshadowed By reassurance,I can do anythi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/581505/ Some thoughts come in giant stacksOf sentences,And some in shorter linesOf words,And some in sounds,And imagesOf colors mixed with otherColors, and some othersCome in single linesOf certain littleSyllablesAnd stillThe syllables resignThemselves to singingSilly rhymesThat never seem to say the things.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/581503/ Wild, rampant nature, thrivingin the jungles, where I never go.I’m sure it’s very beautiful--more so than the kudzu here at home.But green and brown are all I have--the living patches we don’t need to change.The ground that we can live around--Between the roads and parking lots we .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/581500/ I walk among distracted clay faces,Their clay bodies colorful and plain,Going about their business and ignoring me,And I wonder whether I should be ashamed of having describedMy friends and neighbors as made of clay.As I meander through the crowd, I recognize the scene.I’ve read .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/476879/ They were the band of my existence.When I was 13.I went to their shows, bought their CDs.Listened to them every night.Read their lyrics. Sometimes cried.They're the reason I learned guitar.I wanted to play like him.So heavy. So dark.I thought it was “metal.”Their music .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/475559/ Things do and do not come to mewhen I fire a neuron to stimulate moreto make a nice pathfor my thoughts to think along.and I am sometimes on the receiving endof split ends fizzling out of mindand out of sightwhere I do not look beyond.I would, but I’ve got all these fizz.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/475556/ Just a sentimental little ode to a little person or two in my future :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/467987/ Dormant now, that longing ache.Boarded up by panes of polished wood.No sooner had you stepped inside,Than all those months were buried where I stood.I feel like I should love you more,Be grateful that, for now, you’re staying put.Back and forth, you come and go--Never gone, but.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/467984/  I fade out of the shade into the sunny warm OctoberWhere the pavement turns to gravel and I balance on the stones.Soaking but unswayed because the thunderstorm is over,I prepare to work my fingers to the bone. Although the rays are soothing and the rain has battered past,Ama.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/462696/ Words are such a tricky art--or so it seems.My want is to express myselfand be free,Without concern for guilt or pain,for them or me.And yet I hide my pretty linesfrom certain stares.I long to peel myself apart--a poet’s dream.Nail the pieces to a wallfor them to see... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/461185/ If in your lifetime no one understands you,or trusts you, or loves youas I do--If every word you echo fades to silence,Meaningless to everyone who glances,in and out like water,and you die--If even to my like-minded brothers,lost inside their own echoes,locked in dusty boxes on the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/461181/ Blocking my thoughts when I think of them,
Rhythm and meter are hindrances.Words, I dismiss, when their syllablesFail to fit into my sentences.Yet it creates possibilities...Words I don't usually formulate
Slowly evolve into melodies,Making me want to go fornicate. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/461177/ Spill out your troubles, and pour a little whiskey on it.Life’s a little rebel, better pull one over on it.You give and you take, or you take and you take,Until the world foldsAnd you win.But you can’t fool the dealer, and you can’t fool me.So drink another whiskey befo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/461175/ The idea here was to end each line with an anagram from the letters of "Antigravity." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Rac7hel/461172/