http://slow.writerscafe.org/caterpillargirl The original writings of author caterpillargirl en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776074812 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This poem came and touched my lipsBrining forth words like kisses to the air.I blow them, one by one, And hope each might fall to find his faceAs raindrops maybe, someday.This poem came as I walked along a river.I wandered along her gentle banks,Picking up stones as I went upstreamI collected the st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caterpillargirl/569972/ He was finally adjustingTo the angles from whichHe observed life. Always a voice for radioAnd never a face for TV.Like most, he was bornArguing with his DNA. And every cryptic detailWas folded inAs if in a suitcase,With unknow talkshow talentsFlooding his veins... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caterpillargirl/366880/ This one's long. Much longer than intended, plan to revise it more and possibly split it up into parts as a longer work. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caterpillargirl/361606/ This one goes out to an old and very dear friend of mine. Sara- I love you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caterpillargirl/359629/ We all play our music, His song is the nostalgic pulseOf archaic drums.He is a lost dance ritual;  A vigorous percussionOf waves crashing,Like the echo of Nature’s heart; And it’s syncopated as thunderCalling the rain. My tone is somber,And m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caterpillargirl/358627/ This was from a few years ago. It's about wanting to have a baby, and wondering if it is the right decision considering the situation. I was adopted as a baby, so there's reference to that as well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caterpillargirl/352205/ Awake in a lonely pain of burning bones.A crippled body will have no rest tonight.So pace your cage in a thirsty Irish rage, And contemplate regrets until the light. If possible, I’d stop your dying fate.If it would help I’d give you my left hand;It’s fingers to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caterpillargirl/348795/ a poem written for my daughter, who was always up with the sun and slept well at night (now 2 1/2) and almost always has a happy "sunny" personality... Sunhine was always my favorite nickname for her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/caterpillargirl/345753/