http://slow.writerscafe.org/LenaMP517 The original writings of author Lena M. P. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995126 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Take wing upon a hummingbirdTo mountaintops amid the pinesDown rugged trails to waterfallsSip nectar sweet from columbines.A song so soft to soothe my soulA frantic dance to stay in flightOh beat my heart to match the wingsGild my spirit with rainbow light http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/1320574/ In America we have Thanksgiving DayTo give thanks for a nation and freedomsA day to celebrate friends near and awayA day to count blessings, our choices, and wisdom's Wisdom's are the things passed to us over generationsRecipes, antidotes, stories that make us laugh .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/1274306/ Life was never meant to be a fairytaleBut rather a copulation of incidentsThat improves our knowledge baseBy creating experiences to learn from Life is more like a picnicGood food, entertaining companyA soft blanket, sunshine and a cool breezeMaking a perfectly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/1268997/ Helena"s Blue Rose Cafe ~ "The Road Not Taken" entry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/1149284/ The water ebbs and flowsWashing the sand from her feetThen replacing it with moreShe gazes at a shellShe picked up on the beachPinks and greys marbled throughoutOne side rough and haggardBumps of time and trauma beatenToughen .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/1117214/ For the CINQUAIN challenge http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/1113037/ What is life but a mascaraed?Of secret faces with babbles of shameOf mime faces with painted on tearsWith drawn smiles to hide the blame. What is life but a parade of clowns?White paint faces and upturned smilesLaughter fake as the daisy pinnedSpots of colors.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/1109428/ Written for Tovli's Ten Word Acrostic Contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/1032989/ If I but dreamI would dream of youGliding to me across an ocean blue To hear your voiceTo touch your hand To lie with you on sun warmed sand To share with you all my contemplationsAbout life, and love, art and songTo laugh, to share, to dance, to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/1009973/ Night creeps in, encroaching on my soulAnother sleepless evening with my mind overwroughtWith what ifs and when can I’s which never seem to pan outAs a tear trickles, to mingle with the tangles in my hair. The pillows bunched and the sheets asunderTwisted cloth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/964813/ She watches mist settle,Engulfing the cottage in a mystic softnessHer glow the only presence in an empty room.Walking deserted spaces, they once called homeWaiting patiently for his returnFrom a war in which he was called to serve.Abandoned, she walks the hallwaysHaunting resid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/955977/ Vines of smoke snake stealthily through the nightAn old crone sits, stoking the fireStanding bent, she chants beside a streamHer clothes are layers of black attire A cauldron sits upon the coalsSteam dances and churns, mingling with the breezeCarrying curses on the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/950337/     The gnarled ancient oak sits leaning into the river bank covered in a heavy crust of moss.  Holes peppered it's bark from years of worms, woodpeckers and carpenter ants.  Limbs bent and twisted, reaching to dip over the cool crisp runoff from the mountains surr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/817925/ A childhood memory. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/767036/ Sentries draped in forest green.Stretching, reaching, branching,Bending to the wind commands. Standing fast to meet the waterWeeping, swaying to the tuneOf nature as she flows beside you. Glorious guardians bless the shorelinePoetic wall of timeless .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/738062/ Just a funny little story to make you smile http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/737635/ Life is sometimes like a wrong number.  You call but end up speaking to a strangerand never seem to reach the party you actually need. It is amazing how, as soon as reason sets in, we startplanning the next twenty years of our lives. We set these near impossible goal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/707250/ Published in the first edition of U magazine last year through Mind's Eye. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/692227/ Cowboys herdin’ cattle cross dusty trailsSandyhooves paint ground fog in their wakeShuffling along swattin’ flies off molty hidesRiders amble aside keeping eye on their stake Chuck wagon camps, setting up by a creekBeans and pan bread cookin’ .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/597856/ Rain falling; washing away the tracks of pain,Steps I cannot feel as the cold winds invade,Time has passed or has it stopped?I care not; time no longer matters. I want to see you one more time,I want to feel your arms aboutme,Feel the kiss you gently place .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/515133/ You are the colors in my worldThe blues of the morning skyThe grays after a rain You are the clouds in my lifeSoft and billowyDark and ominous You are the breath in my lifeCyclones and hurricanesLullaby whispers and sighs You are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/515132/ Dedicated to my grandson Keaton http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/512050/ Staring into java, contemplating life’s journey in the murkyswirl of creamBlowing ripples, as steam breathes life into foggy recessesClearing cobwebs, allowing thoughts to clarify as daybegins. Taking a sip, a sigh escapes as I lean back into masses ofpillows.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/512045/ To my loving husband of 35 years. Even though we are apart for this Valentines, he is still in my heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/511092/ How can this be twilight?You who brought sunshine to my days,What do I do when the night comes? Our friendship is based on experiences,We shared so many during our years together.Will memories be all that I have left? I’m not ready for you to g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/499977/ Dedication to my new granddaughter and to my son and daughter-in-law who lost their son last year. I was too sick to get to go see her so my son let me hear her first cries over the phone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/498933/ Elusive dreams, I wait on rocky shoresLooking out upon the waters of a troubled stormCrashing, tearing, reaching to drag me underSwirling about my ankles, slick rocks beneath my feet. Will you reach for me when I am falling?Will you watch me as I drown?Will y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/496123/ Two men sitting on a stoopDay dawning as the rush of cars drive byDrinking coffee from Styrofoam cups One old, one young, they discuss the weatherAir already warm before the sun has even risenNot a cloud in the sky to promise rain Old woman pushing a shoppin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/440883/      I don’t want tosay that I live in a bizarre world but you see I reside in a town called TopsyTurvy in the country of Before. My name is Todd and I live on a small farmwith my parents and my grandfather. I go to school and am proud to be at thebotto.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/434995/  A turquoise sky marbled with wisps of Xanadu clouds,Framing smudges of magenta layered over wrinkles of denim,Smeared above remnants of a setting orbOutlining silhouettes of barren limbs stretching into space. Let’s walk along the shadows wrapped in weary contentmentHa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/377130/ I gaze at charged grey clouds outside my windowpaneWondering, questioning, where have all my companions gone?The sky, as downhearted as my auraSo many gone; yet all so close to my heart. Vibrant Carol with the dancing eyesSisters of the soul; forever linked in time... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/361864/  I sit in the dark contemplating life’s complexitiesWondering why, if we are each given the gift of lifeThat we allow someone else the privilegeTo control and dictate how we will live that life. Weren’t they given their own to do with as they please?Why then do th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/361863/ I gaze unconsciously through smoked glass,Encased ten flights above the asphalt,Insignificant within this obscure tower. Similar to a revelation, he soars majestically,Circling on undercurrents beneath his span,Waltzing on the wind in a leisurely minuet. Bird of prey, wha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/360995/ Rain pounding my soul in torrents Feelings of despair overwhelmingA band around my heart restricting flowNon-existent love in a world deplete of compassionHarried existence to a futile end of unacknowledged achievementsA specter in the streets of humanityC.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/348440/ Another year has marched out of my life.A crusading warrior making his way back home,Leaving bloody battlefields in his wake.Trampled valleys where dreams once stood. In the beginning, the year tiptoed in,Softly sprinkling crystallized wishes.Ideas, floating like a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/342610/ Entry for the Cloak and Dagger contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/341477/  The Illusion of TimeIs the essence of one's existenceFor we are born to believeThat we will live foreverThe Essence of a DreamIs that we can achieveWhatever we strive to obtainThere are no boundaries; only infinityThe Infinity of LoveAllows us to care for manyFor time is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/324591/ My daily drive; today through pouring rain,Behind road fog snaking towards me from the truck ahead,Slowly approaching the cloud-shrouded glass and metal,Framed by downtowns bustling highways.Graffiti on walls and overpasses define the city climateTestimony of a divided spac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/323417/ This is a true story of a wonderful woman who in this modern day never did catch up; not because she couldn't but because she chose not to. She had never married but her life was full. She was my mentor and my sanctuary. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/322579/ Popcorn clouds in a buttery sunriseMelting away the darkness of a chocolate skyBreathe in the scent of fresh mowed lawnGenerously powdered in morning frost Apple crisp bite of an early dawnCrunching as I walk, leaving imprints scatteredOn a multicolore.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/320868/ I walk along the streets as darkness fallsBundled deep within layersOf sweaters and scarves, hands deep within my pocketsSmiling as the frigid air caresses my face.I breathe deeply, absorbing the scent of pine,Brusque air and dried leavesMingled with the scent of logs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/318232/ Eggs whites strew across the evening sky, anticipating rainBrown fluff interspersed with white, folding across the horizonHints of orange ribbon bleeding through the gaps of blueGrey smudged along the edges, like a painter’s afterthought Cool breeze care.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/318227/ I knew a girl with polka dotsI saw her every dayWho could like a girl with spots?I wish she’s go away. Everyone like’s stripes you seeMy group was blue and greenWe ruled the school with colors boldAnyone else would be obscene. We taunted dots and made her cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/308243/ To all that goes bump in the night. Sweet dreams. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/307598/ The complexity of my mindis a kaleidoscope of colors, blending together with my moods, melting with my personality.In the state of darkness, the murky browns and graysswirl like a fog, encroaching on solitudeHappiness explodes in a rainbowof bright hues and illumination,vivid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/301466/ Just a name change from "Whispers" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/298598/ I work in a hospital and this tragedy happens too often. Sometimes to deal with grief one must write about it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/285469/ Dedicated to my son and daughter-in-law who recently lost their child. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/285468/  How can this be twilight?You who brought sunshine to my days,What do I do when the night comes? Our friendship is based on experiences,We shared so many during our years together.Will memories be all that I have left? I’m not ready for you to go yet.I want, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/285467/  How did we end up so estranged?We’ve loved each other many yearsWith words like swords we severedEach others hearts to shreds last night In grief I wandered through the dayWondering how to stitch the woundsRepair the damage we have doneBut only silence answered me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LenaMP517/285465/