http://slow.writerscafe.org/Paza The original writings of author Paza en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776177063 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Desire, once overwhelming,Retracted most abruptly.Intimacy, once effortless,Exiled most assuredly.Driven into the depths of my lonely soul Understanding what is no longer understoodPromising to love you until the end, anyway http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/371044/  We sit on the bed, for a talk we cannot postponeThe cadence begins, the bugle is blownOur standards fly high, as we head for the fieldOur family at stake, neither ready to yieldI lob the first volley, you go quietly blankYour thoughts, once so apparent, now hide past your flank&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/342133/  What is the point when enough is enough?When she sits him down to call his bluff?Which lie is the lie that is one lie too many?Has he no conscience, no scruples, not any? This is the dilemma of the oft betrayed wifeWho for almost thirty years has devoted her lifeTo a liar .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/341667/  My soul has quivered in anticipationAs your fingertips lightly brushed over my skin.My body has trembled in exhaustionAs I gazed up at your face, holding our newborn.My stomach has jumped with butterfliesAs you give me that look from across the room.My senses have exploded in abs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/341179/  Fiery love, born from the ashes of past hurtTentative, but willing to hope againBurning brightly, illuminating the cold darknessOnly to be shot down in its flightBy a love still smoldering in its own ashesNot ready to take wing, not yet ready to trustA heart wounded, nonetheless .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/339902/  I tried to make you into someone you could not beNow my spirit feels heavy, my soul rests empty Once complete with yours, knowing no fearsMy heart stands alone in an ocean of tears Remembering when my love first declaredNever grasping why it could not be shared&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/332506/  As is my habit on Sunday afternoons, I pulled into the parking lot of my local Kroger. I immediately noticed the large sign inviting me to “Come See Our New Look”. The parking lot was filled with enough little red, white and blue flags for five used car lots. Was t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/332029/  Searching for something, anythingThat will tell me what I want,What I need to know Like the child pulling petalsFrom a fresh picked daisy,He loves me, he loves me not... Like the lunatic who seesThe Virgin Mary in the crumbsOf the burnt slice of toast.. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/330621/  A friend asks “how are things?”Innocent query, born of mild curiosity.How do you answer the question?Do you put on your happy face and simply say “fine?” Just what does “fine” mean?The kids are fine, but busy with their own lives now and y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/330045/  Mi amor, mi vida…yo te quiero… I’ve reached a fork and must make a choice…Do I keep pouring my love at your feet?Do I take the road thus far untaken?  The eggshells I’m walking on are crushedBeyond recognition…they are like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/329862/  Hurtling headlong,Just like a childNot a care in the world,And acting wild  Giving you my heartAs if I were freeAll the while knowingThis love should not be  Thoughts of youFill my sleepless nightsFeckless fancyTakes wing on endless flights&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/329671/ a dream...risen from the ashes... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/328215/   Just when does it hit you,Just how do you know?You are driving the streets,And along comes the blow. Just thinking about him,The light bulb goes green.You can see with a flashWhat a fool you have been. The clues were before you,There was never a lie.Yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/327891/  iamone.hers.alonei wait.soon i’mjoined byothers whowill share thesame  fate…wewait  together asthe realization of yetanother broken dreamemerges. she knows thismood  all too well. it hasbeen her  friend, as have.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/315503/  We cannot steal furtive glances across crowded roomsOr an ‘accidental’ brush of the arm while passing.Really, love, all we have are letters on a cold screenDrafted to convey feelings, but often falling far short.Silences are oft misinterpreted when more words are nee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/315333/ alliterative acrostic I was just having some fun with.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/314279/  Can you feel me?Can you feel the heat as my hand moves across your chest?My legs as they intertwine with yours? Can you smell me?Can you smell the lingering fragrance of gardenias on my skin?The slightly feminine scent, mixed with something more earthy? Ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/312812/  Against my better judgment,Urged ahead by loved ones,Getting away with murder, butUnable to live with its aftermath.Sorrow as deep as the sea  Took over my heart. Teenaged stupidity, I tell myself whileWeeping for what was lost.Every summer the memory,Never.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/308622/ What happens when all your stuff decides to go on strike at the same time? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/307978/ Acrostic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/307192/  I woke up this morning really craving some chicken soup. Not just any chicken soup...my own homemade chicken soup.  So this afternoon, I went into my kitchen, pulled out my big silver pot and half filled it with water. I opened the freezer and pulled out fou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/302663/  He’s mine, you may have had him once, But I got him all the time.And honey, what you don’t knowIs that in the end his love is mine. You may have caused his heart to beat fast,But you’re a momentary thrill,And now that you’ve gone and given in,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/301543/ How well do you know your mother? Probably not as well as you think... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/300713/  SittingSitting with his arm around me.SensingSensing the warmth of his body.FeelingFeeling his heart beating with mine.ListeningListening to our unspoken thoughts in the silence.BeingBeing as one in the communion of two souls.SittingSitting with his arm around.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/299815/  Morning comes and with itYou must go. Like a whiffOf smoke through my grasping hands,Vanishing into the ether.Ecstasy fades to languor.Returning only when I close my eyes to dream. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/299481/ drop falls on my face,thoughts turn to far away love - has same drop touched yours?  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/299379/ depiction of an emotion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/299188/ Inspired by a very special friend, who certainly knows who he is. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/294336/ breathtaking beautycolor bursts delight the eye -brilliant waves amaze  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Paza/294190/