http://slow.writerscafe.org/BleedingScorpio The original writings of author Dena L Moore en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033733 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I sit on the earthy edge, my feet swingingLike the youthful girl I’ve always been -I sit in quiet prayer, my soul the violin,The inner words the trumpet, the tears clinging,Stinging my nose, my cheeks, lips and chin… The earth, oh how it does quake, shake, and rumble!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BleedingScorpio/295051/ Twisting and turning,The water pushes into the cavern,Digging it’s damp fingers into the rock.The bones are disturbed,Pulled from their slumber, funneled along,Crashing and splitting as they strike each turn. Whose floodwaters are these raping our rest? Oh, th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BleedingScorpio/292671/ O, beautiful Spirit,Your light touch reaches me soundly,Straight into the mystery of my essence.Our beating hearts join us in the flesh,Our thoughts soar across the ocean -Two birds in flight, they fail to recognize cultural boundaries.The beauty of our world - your vision captured -.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BleedingScorpio/291570/ If I could be in the English countrysideI’d sit in the knot garden and listen to the whispers,To the sweet girlish laughter and rustle of skirts of days long past,I’d linger in the family church, fingers brushing the bone-white sarcophagusAs I pay my respects to the dark histor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BleedingScorpio/287413/  It is in the creeping, quiet momentsI love you most.When my heart is silent, when the gentle tugOf your essence envelops meAnd all the waste and anger falls away.I can see you clearly in my solitude,All I need to see,The beacon of light buried so deep within,That spark I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BleedingScorpio/286590/