http://slow.writerscafe.org/kuriakos17 The original writings of author Nautili en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776009795 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I love looking at life through your window - peering at life through eyes of innocence.I hope you always know that I will gather you under my wings,I will cover you with prayers, the world can be scary .There are wolves along the path, ready to devour.I will growl at any dangerous predator and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/2876780/ I am a twenty-first century Dutch boy.My feeble finger stuck in the dike’s leak.I want to stop the pain in your soul.But incessant pressure mounts up, and more leaks spout.I am a twenty-first century Mother.I want to fix it, but I can’t.I try in my feeble ways, but I can’t.So .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/2021082/ This is not about a single person but a composite of betrayals, some small and some major in my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1861328/ Death and loss http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1707664/ Feeling off kilter once more.My core has shifted;Symmetry eludes me.I was coming to terms with your sudden departureFrom my life;it seemed to be easier with each day spent. But now I feel unsettled and vaguely distraught.At times I feel as if you took the best part of me and burned.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1478031/ The poem you shall never read http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1451834/ Last week we were talking of me moving in with you.You kidded me that I needed to learn how to make the coffee when I asked you to make me some.The very next day we imploded and the grounds spilled all over the granite countertop and the water ran every w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1382032/ Do not tell me you love mewith an airy kiss placedabsentmindedly upon my brow,as you leave to court the daylight;frenetic attempts to fulfillher capricious demands.Kiss me fiercely, firmly upon parted lips,as though you can not abide the absence between-as though your profession, which insistsupon y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1353961/ Thought this would be a cool opening scene for a remake of "Birds"....I just saw a remake of "Psycho" so why not? It is inspired by a time this summer when my sister and I fed seagulls on a lake. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1310471/ One of those daysConfidence waning,Expectations dying,Hopes melting,Plans shifting, Singing evolves into Sighing.(Some days I am a lion, today an ostrich.) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1309866/ I love what exists     (by naked eye,            by passer-by, unobservable)           in the spaces between us.       The en.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1280108/ written for no one in particular; for every woman who has felt her man doesn't see the real her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1239769/ I hear my  steady breathing,In the background-the clock ticking,the music playing,the bird squawking.  I feel the sudsy water,the glass in my hands,the peace in my soul.  I smile to myself.Life is made up of mostly simple moments.Enjoy them....and enjoy being. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1236985/   I stand upon the shore of timeand watch the waves roll in.My emotions, pulled by the moon’s tide,Ebb and flow within. Sand swirls around my toes, And then returns to the swaying sea.Nothing lasts without a firm foundation;Even then, lasts not to infinity. My hair is blowi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1191562/ How come I did not know....Do I have eyes that shut,Ears that are deaf tothe depth of pain that you are in? Your knife’s blade does the cryingAs it sinks into your pale skin’s arms-The arms I washed as a baby,New and pink, soft and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1171479/ I reached for your hand,and watched it slip from my grasp.I waited like a school girl for your call,But when you finally did,you were saying goodbye    when my soul was justgettingwarmth from your hello.I dreamed about us,but I awoke before the dawn,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1152257/ A Senryu http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1087314/    I lie here on my cold bed,Sheets of ice swirling around my naked body. My legendary tail stripped of her beauty,her iridescent scales scraped off, shimmering parts ofme everywhere;sticking to these bedroom walls, to my pillow, to my wet che.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1082159/ There are children in dysfunctional families that act as the conduit for all the painful memories. They seem to feel everyone's pain as though it were their own. This is for them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1079183/ “For all the nurses of wounded hearts” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1054806/     I immediately could hear the change in his voice, a coldness and hardness had crept in, along with a trace of contempt . I still loved him, but there was no reaching him now, no convincing him of that, and I knew he would be better off if he believed I never did. I wanted to expla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1051982/ contest-had to use the first word for each line, "I am a man in love with the setting stars." Hope you enjoy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1051650/ "But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams. His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream. His wings are clipped and his feet are tied, so he opens his throat to sing." ~ Maya Angelou http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1045637/ I wrote this a few years back, it is very simple and staightforward and a true experience. I was really jaded at the time, (not so much now) so I decided to share it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1041842/ it has meaning to someone... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1029491/    Shy fingertips,soft traces caress hungryskin,The fluttering of a butterfly’sgossamer wings,so delicate within.  Feathery kissesthat awaken desireby dawn’sblue-gray light.Sweet nectar suckle;  a thirsty hummingbirdin .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1016552/ A Haiku- Butterflies wait for their wings to expand and dry in the sun, before taking flight.The waiting process is very important. Sometimes it is the same for us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1013172/ The pearled chambers within this delicate shell,Uncover the disparate faces of me.Yet the common center of such distinct parts,Unveils a design of architectural symmetry.     http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1011821/ "Written for a dear friend." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/1008088/  Your love letter was beautiful,every word, every sentiment.Written to sway, to woo, to seduce with your power of language,until any mortal woman would fall undersuch a hypnotic spell of syntax and sounds.I am at your mercy after reading of such eloquent phrases of undying love,admira.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/999370/ Your shimmering lovein the heat of the daybeckons me to step forth.You dance; mesmerizing me in the hazydistance. A prize, if I am patient~to be won.   Suddenly all  around me comes into focus.Your lovely apparition starts to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/996117/ You ask If I miss you.Does the sun shine in the sky?No, not for me.My days have turned intoecliptical meanderings,bumping walls in the dark.For you are not there. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/993619/ Time is a friend of mine,She is patient with me.She tells me not to rush.But to take a deep breathAnd find my center.The future will unfold,Clarity will come, And peace will permeate. I speak  this to myself  when I feel overwhelmed, When the tendency to want the answer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/993605/ "To Carlos~" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/992159/ "Your gavel pounded it’s depression deep into the recesses of my soul." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/985389/ My son, once again, is not taking care of his diabetes (type 1) and is very sick. He is 22 and in denial. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/967932/ wrote this in 2009. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/965669/ Based loosely on a true event. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/962952/ new to new friends, old to old. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/960928/ (a repost.) I took a poetry class a couple of years ago and had to write a ballad for the first time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/957361/ Roll the stone up the mountain,Toil, labor, sweat.Roll the stone up the mountain,Zeus hasn’t the best of you - yet.Roll the stone up the mountain,Drudgery day by day …Roll the stone up the mountain,Tired and weary. Do it anyway.Roll the stone up the mountain,Tendons and muscles.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/955414/ Seems out-of-date in our modern feminist culture, but there are subcultures where it is still very much alive. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/955383/ I speak out your nameTo hollow wallsFeeling foolishFor my need to connect Once againFutile attempt At trying to decipher....The puzzle of you.Been a time-worn problembetween you and me,A two - step conundrum.Our feet get tangled, We fallIn a heap of linked legs and arms.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/953916/ Ashes blow in the wind,blowing into my eyes,stinging them.I question now what I questioned then.Is it too late?Do I even believe in fate?Would I recognize it if waves brought it beached upon my shore?Always a door that needs to be barred,always a fire burning.always my heart a st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/952443/ Symphony of sound,Your voice upon my ear.Soothing my pitching emotions Amidst a cacophony of fear.Your song is in a minor key,Haunting, alluring ...Calling out to me.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/951483/ King Henry VIII was a womanizer and had 6 wives in all. Anne Boleyn held my special interest because of his vehement desire to pursue her, as well as in his calculating betrayal of her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/951300/ (to someone special - a lovely dream) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/950964/ When life has put you in a box, Confined and cramped, you want to shout,Your legs can’t move, no air to breathe,You’re scared to stay, you’re scared to leave….Jump Out! ~  Jump High!Outside the box, life offers more.Sturdy cardboard sides do bore.You&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/950516/ To pluck from the vine                and pop into my mouth…the snap of the skin                between front teethand the sweet juiceexploding,             dripping down&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/948156/ I've been waiting for hours, what do you think?I am out of time, out of sync, Out of patience, out of sight,Out of wanting to see you tonight.I waited and waited for you to show, I know you have a good excuse... no, I don’t want to know.I've known it in my gut, didn't want to admit i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kuriakos17/948149/