http://slow.writerscafe.org/jhumas The original writings of author Phemonoe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776218982 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Ah my careless whispers,hush now.My silent prayers and poemsbeginin earthbound solidarity. I bore heartbeatsthat penetratedthickness of wallsand impregnatedwriggling shadows.Tell me, tomorrow will my childrenof tangible sweatremain faithful unto metill death and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumas/310850/ The parting of waysAnd yesterdaysToday was spentWas spent to traceThe yesterdaysAnd parting of ways. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumas/310578/ one magenta morning let it bethe first mayflowerto be kissedby idle lips and caressedby soiled handsof children and women shy.one purple evening let it bea shadow ofscattered timeand molded remembrance.gypsy trailson moonlit roadslet it bethe shining stone pebbles .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumas/310577/ the endless journey to nowhere. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumas/310576/ I have kept all.I didn't throw away anything,the moonbeam on my palmor the old violin I used to playI have kept them all.I have kept the dry leaf,the lone cast away child of greenand also the brass medallion-the prize of our second hand romance.Photographs in black and whiteand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumas/310574/ aged poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumas/310572/ starry nightsad songsmadnessmethodsbadnesspillow fightssudden frightscreepyweepyrainy dayeveningslove songsboatriverstyxendticks http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumas/310571/ Ode to a flower http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumas/310569/ a drowsy film wraps daysand sun burnt afternoonsmy somnolent gaze fades awayin the nights to come.away from earth’s alertnessand dreamless walkstime builds up like a tombstonearound the grave of days long ago.she took me home oncewhen I was a careless strayon cobblestones.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumas/310567/ Here I am seatedAmidst endless seasBeneath the blue domeWithin the boundsOf careless freedom.Here I am washedBy your absent dreamsWhich held promisesLong ago; not here,Not now.Here I hold sway overMy estate on rubblesOf million dispersed 'I'sMy fragmented selfscattere.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumas/310566/ My lost daisies and daffodilsand silent walkswith Wordsworth on emptynameless streetsliving in dim lights.Lamp posts and sidewalksand cafe, monotonous talks;Long winding lanes, avenuesof abundant green,the touch of soliloquythe end of rendezvouswith me and only me.Here I co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumas/310562/ Like a stray dogscamperingfor food,and love,Shameless.Like madnesscreepingLike love'skeeping,AimlessThis oneisnameless http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumas/310559/ From submission to revolution http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumas/310558/ celebrate the colours of life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumas/310555/ insatiable, unquenchable http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumas/310553/ The measure of us in them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumas/310551/ The Pied Piper somewhere over there.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumas/310550/ Growth and decay of a generation. Or maybe, generations. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumas/310549/ knowledge, emancipation and sporadic blabber http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumas/310538/ The First Woman http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumas/310534/ Song of the lake in us, transformation of the lake in us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumas/310533/