http://slow.writerscafe.org/cd5338 The original writings of author Autumn's Child en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017865 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 On Valentine's Day, I watched a red balloon float upwards until it disappeared into the clouds. I wondered if we were to send valentines to God, would he get them? And this haiku came to me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cd5338/535313/  Like that moment in between dreams and waking,when the fantasy is still more believable than realityand shapes take on fuzzy edges and transparent colors,your voice is starting to fade into the background.I’m not so sure I can even hear you anymore,or if I even believe you ex.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cd5338/325057/ It is in the golden brown of brittle leavesthat I think of you most.My breath, suspended momentarily in a cloud of warmth against the crisp air,expanding from its small containment and reaching to the earth and sky,breathes for you. You exist between each click of the second h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cd5338/320455/ Different lives, same result. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cd5338/315734/  It was when he looked at me,seeking stories that kept him young,that I fell under his spelland became his Wendy.He’d perch on my sill,the moon casting his shadow across my room,listening intently as I’d tell him talesof lands far awaywhere pixies own the windand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cd5338/314412/ This cravingI fearcannot be quenchedthough I tryto suffocate itwith a clovethat smoldersagainst my lipsand sendsbreaththrough open windowsof thosewho quickly shut themto keep parts of me outwhile Itensely inhaleas the craving remainsand youare somewhere aloneasl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cd5338/314409/ “I was just thinking of you,” he said. Funny.  I was thinking of him too.After I woke up each kid regardless of their feelings about school.After I scrambled to get lunches ready, breakfasts made,shoes on and backpacks filled,all while getting myself ready for work... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cd5338/307661/ The clouds were a spattering of white against a cornflower sky,the color of blueberries fading to an eventual sandy grey.The view outside our picture window was of the oceanlittered with large naval ships and palm trees,the highway of hurried, unaware cars, and the olive green apartment th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cd5338/305851/ Tomorrow you may forget me.        The tender kisses thaT Are placed tonight on my  hungry and eager lips   will be A Kind        memory      that I will travel to for day.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cd5338/302799/ "Write a poem that has the following words: solace, chasm, twilight, abhorrence, sorrow, silence, and tear." For "The Power of Words" contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cd5338/302548/ Oh, summer days... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cd5338/298489/ My cousin died in a car crash over the weekend. I had only just gotten the chance to know him. And now he is gone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cd5338/289343/ This post can also be found on www.winecountrymom.com, a blog I keep about life as a single mom and all the adventures we go through. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cd5338/282865/ A weekend away in the beautiful Sea Ranch. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cd5338/282850/ There is a song by Iron & Wine where he is laying in his wife's arms, and they are speaking of the end of life as if it were the most romantic thing in the world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cd5338/281911/ My heart is a cavernous canyonfilling with tearsoverflowing drop by dropreminding me of the proverbthat little drops of watermake the mighty ocean. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cd5338/280412/ Even the thickest callous can be penetrated, especially when it covers your heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cd5338/280382/ Hero: (definition) refers to characters that, in the face of danger and adversity or from a position of weakness, display courage and the will for self-sacrifice, that is, heroism, for some greater good, originally of martial courage or excellence...... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cd5338/279719/ Today...... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cd5338/279406/ A rare girls night out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cd5338/279405/ We have a bet. She must "be" a girl for one week. Today is day one...... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cd5338/279403/ For the six word contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cd5338/275110/ I totally dropped a knife last night while preparing dinner, and it pricked my leg, and this poem came out of me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cd5338/274323/ Maybe you know everything I am not saying,that you are the very reason the sun rises in the morning, sending golden rays of light through the trees that hide waking birds that will sing their morning song to create the day.You are why the sand takes on the shape of my bare foot as I run .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cd5338/273689/ In essence I am living in aChasm of God’s playing field,And it is He who pulls my strings,Not myself as I would love to believe.To the naked eye I am but a mere player,Doting on a power greater than me.Of course, I fail when I break free,Trying to hold myself up against gravity... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cd5338/272595/ She lives in a broken life holding onto anything she can hold ontoonly to find her arms            empty. The world flies by in fast motion,swirling in hurricanes of chaos.And she lets herself be swept up,   &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cd5338/272594/ I not only brought back a bunch of Haikus from Tahoe, I also brought back a nasty sunburn that is now at the itching phase. 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