http://slow.writerscafe.org/AnimaInspired The original writings of author Anima Inspired en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776043616 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Trinkets of our tattered lovelay scattered across a room too darkto make out anything more than shadows,where lines are drawn in the sandand yet remain invisible, taunting mewith their epic insignificance. It’s been three days since my footstepshave led any farther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/341447/  Tonight I find the moments between usare northern winds scattering dust across rain starved fields, and I can almost taste the water beneath the soil, my mouthlonging to be quenched of its growing thirst. I eye you suspiciously, watching your long fingerswrapped lightly ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/341443/  Through these trees,the ones that row the dusty road,creating an uneven, jagged linefrom past to present, teetering towardsthe weather-worn house I visitedso often as a child, I sense the coming of the inevitable; their leaves are only shadows nowof colors that painted.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/329721/  Lying, beneath a cover of star-light,tattered holes in a sheet of charcoal,through which I can barely glimpse the dewy veil of infinity, my ego unfolds her hands,like the wings of a just born sparrow,searching for a place to rest. I close my eyesas the unfatho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/329698/  I see you clearlydespite the haze of my dreams,a form shrouded in mist;silver streaked moonlight pouringlike liquid through your hair. Every electrical impulse of my beingis tuned to your frequency, untilmy heart is racing in time with your breathas I reach for you wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/329353/  Gazing out across the water,still and smooth, a sheen like glass,tangibly translucent, and yet reflective enough to contain a second sky,my eyes linger on drifting hopes,caught by the slow current, wanderingaimlessly, like bottles and bits of wood,and I wish, all at once, that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/328905/  Crossing the bay, a boatwith faded paint, salt-scaldedand peeling, meets the morning,lit by the long legs of the sunstepping slowly across the quietly rippling water. Seabirds swim through the air,dipping and diving, followingthe fishermen’s wake, like children.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/326227/  Peering around the smooth worn edgeof a door worked by hand, from Oakstained in the shade of watered down coffee,she looked like a child despite her years--all wide eyes and carelessly pinned hair. From inside she watched the sceneof mothers leaning on fathers, and childre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/326199/  Someone told me oncethat inspiration is a state of mind, and I suppose I believed itat the time, believed that when people grew olderthey understood things with some innatewisdom that children with untied shoesand awkward limbs simply could not grasp,concepts to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/323458/  In the twilight of our many obsessions,our tiny indiscretions seem to havesharp tongues and even thicker hides.  We speak in riddles with melancholy sentiments,opening pathways to places where dreams spark fires that engulf us in flaming tides. I find myself tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/323446/  The waking sky burns,  afire with glittering light--    A new day is born. Tide-lines come and go,  a bejeweled ocean yawns--    Morning’s sluggish end. A misty veil falls,  darkness on the horizon--  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/321585/  From behind this glassI see the world safely,warmly, comfortably, but I am an outsider,watching othersplay their games,and I’m losing something, singing to myselfjust for the sound of it,as people converse,share stories,touch lives, I sit, d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/321280/  Night sky sparks white lightmountains rise and disappearelectric storms rage http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/321278/  Conjure me the ocean tonight;whisper her melancholy crashingin ears that wait for the sound of you...         Bring your magic to my bedside,drip your words across my cheeks,staining my pillows like blissful tears,leaving me to soak in a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/316564/  Paint me a picture with your words.Grasp the pen and write me a worldfilled with your realized dreams. An angel in dressed down clothes,you sit quietly in a placewhere you no longer truly belong,and pen poetry beneath a sunthat is slowly setting upon you. All th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/315890/  Brilliant orange, the color of a summer sunset,petals delicately folding outward,  falling, curling,  like a myriad of color carelessly sprayed from a painter’s brush.There is red as well, crushed velvet, scintillating scarlet,and hues of yellow, touch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/315737/  In the darkness dreams may come… still some prefer to wanderacross fields whose familiar grassis like a taste of something old,something lovingly lived in,something comfortable. When sleepy eyes awake to revealthe shadowed face of a lover,too tired to move, but .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/315337/ Thank you to a good friend for his helpful editing... :o) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/312711/ Just a little saddness manifesting... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/312304/  “It’s cold,” she whispers to the night,walking through an empty house,the sound of silence gaining momentum until its sharp buzz is the only thing she hears. Pouring a glass of wine, she studies the colorof red on red briefly before sipping the tart necta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/312269/  The depth at which I see you,is like a child staring off of a cliff,looking down at an ocean whoseblack currents churn and shakethe very ground on which she stands you shake me, my awareness jolted,you are electrical energy through my veins  my eyes are open for t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/311462/  Smoke filled rooms and smiles,faces gleaming, chattering, drinksspilling and filling, emptying and me, the ever respectful listenersoaking up the elaborate storiesof those who wish to give away secrets falling from lips that singof times when life dealt a winning .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/310700/   In the palm of my hand I hold a tree whose roots are wrappedlike vines around my fingers,sprouting fleshy arms, reaching,stretching for the summer sky. In winter I shield her from the frostcupping my free hand over her canopyholding her close to my bare chest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/310657/  Sunset swings on beams of dusk a hue that reminds me of tomorrow,reminds me of the days that are still unborn and I slide along the river’s edge,my footsteps skimming the delicate grasses,bare against the softness, toes gripping,releasing, keeping my body erec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/310276/  The sky for me holds only clouds,and the deep blue of an overhead oceanspinning yarns of natural beautyfor all those who choose to lend an ear. Above is just as it is below, a sacred landdevoid of a creator’s hand, save the burstingof atoms and the mingling of molecu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/310259/  Trembling I wait beneath a streetlamp, hazedby the soft dew of duskdrowning me in half-lit shadows,tormenting the essence of the night, leaning against the cold stoneof a building built before I was born,watching the faces of people passingsearching for signs of you in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/309871/  With eyes the shade of crimson wine,and hair a wash of midnight’s shine,you come to me in darkness to findmy sleeping form of incarnate divine. I wake to thee, an ethereal forcewooing me justly without recourseuntil I feel my spirit divorcemy body without the sligh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/309824/  Cast off these bowlines thattether us to the predictable,hoist the sails and let them fillwith the soft breezes of chance gusting across our sun-baked skin,tussling our salt-kissed hair, until we are pointed toward infinity,our course marked by opportunitiesthat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/309374/  Within this blissful delirium,I find myself wandering slowlythrough fields where the grassis knee-high and soft, the bladesbrushing softly against my bare legs, and I search the sides of mountains,walking well-worn paths wheremy footsteps are only shadowstreading upon .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/309361/  Sitting, quietly in the shadeof an ordinary tree with ordinary branches and an extraordinary story.   Waiting, to see you walking towards me,with that lanky swagger that sets my senses on fire,exciting a frenzy that steals my breathand challenges.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/309247/  Float with me upon these seas,where beneath the shallow surfacethe many dimensions of my yearningare glistening stones, soft and smooth, waiting to be rescued.  Untie me with your truths,untangle the manifestationof this unrelenting desireso that once again my bod.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/308743/  Sand slips through glass... minutes pass like tiny eternitieswhere you and I can recite our livesin the time it takes for one grain to fall. Still, we find ourselves near the end… a tragedy worthy of the quillof Shakespeare himself, and wesit quietly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/308553/  Sometimes when I walk outside, give myself over to the thick dampnessof fog rolling off of a restless sea,I think of you… When I close my eyes, andallow the scent of sand and waterto seep beneath the surface of my skin,the echo of your fingertips haunts me, leav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/308544/ I once lived in a place where for as far as the eye could see there was only nature... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/307621/ Sometimes falling in love is like a battle... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/307142/  Inside of my dreamsyou bring to me the starscut into the bending shapesof buildings and the crumblingtexture of asphalt. I asked you for a mountainand you painted it with your eyes,telling me not to worry aboutthe snow falling on its slopes, covering the tiny trees .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/307135/ Living one place, being in another...dreaming... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/306962/  I find company in isolation,sitting under the velvet blanketof a night too dark for brilliance, on a rooftop sanctuarywhere I can almost seethe beauty of life Beyond the stars I see your handscupping the earth,steadying her rotations,and giving smooth motion.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/306956/  A door of pallid vapor standsopen, as it is each night,beckoning me forth with shadowsdancing in the muted light. Watching this display of shapesI close my eyes and swallow,my heart takes the leap firstbegging heavy feet to follow. For beyond this door of reveri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/306727/  Through this misty glassfogged by our passion,I watch as your footstepsleave traces in the snow;a path that leads youaway from me and still nearer to the core of my brimming heart. Only a window separates mefrom a world of cold where you venture into the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/306714/ Something I wrote after spending a day at a nearby lighthouse and musing... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/306417/ A collection of Haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/306383/  Disarming… That’s the word he choseto describe the many thingsthat she did to his reason. She filled a room with her torrential smile;her half-lidded glances, drawinghis eyes across the space, forcingeveryone else to fade, fall away, seepinto the bl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/306256/ Something I wrote a short time ago...a little bit of music, a little bit of passion, a little bit of regret... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/306218/  In a tongue that I do not understandyou sing to me sonnets of love,read to me stories of blissful tragedy,touch me with memories that are not my own, and still I feel the bonds of comprehensionblooming like a thousand eternities in a summer field. Your hand bru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/306172/   Sparing the delightbeneath these silken sheets,reaching, we find each other, reaching we find our whole each of us delivering the other,absolving our skin of sin, and lustily diving in to passion. Somewhere in the darkness,where words are ali.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/306139/  There was a timewhen my heart clung tightlyto the security of the shore,fingers dug deep in sandthat fell away witheach breaking wave… There was a momentwhen my heart refused to seethe beauty of the horizon,the way the water melted,in hues of pink and orange.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/305805/ A poem about my ever present muse...a friend when there are no others... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/305801/  When the first soft breath of morningechoes through her sleep sodden world,she wakes in the semi-darkness, hearing the rhythmic call of rising waves, and through the dunes, to the shore, she walks a straight line, following phantom footstepsmade only the day before. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/305417/           It was two weeks later before I finally got the nerve to do something about the note that Kai had put in my sweatshirt. I had thought a lot about it, thought a lot about him. I tried to imagine what it would be like to fall in love.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnimaInspired/305223/