http://slow.writerscafe.org/maktub The original writings of author maktub en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021526 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 May or may not be all correct in Spanish....I tried...but my Spanish is rusty, so suggestions and corrections are REALLY welcome. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/357148/ mhm...fairy tale...? Or Not? All those princesses....what about us normal woman? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/357144/ Only two share this secret... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/357143/ Mm....sweetly sensual....not exactly 'poetry - more my own style. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/357142/ The curtain closes,Performance ends,So…Bend at waistline,And step off stage…Take a bow.The lights fading,Last lines spoken,So…Nod to the audience,Turn and walk away…Take a bow.Spotlight is stolen,This show is yours,So…I wave go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/357140/ The world is a floor, I cross legged upon it, Pieces of lined notebook paper strewn… Contemplations congregating around me, Thrown about like my words unuttered.The stars are eyes; I reach for their saltiness,And from blue oceans is crystal withdrawn. Like the tears from paired .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/357139/ Every been in that position? Just wanted to be friends, meant only to be friendly but....someone interpeted it differently? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/357138/ No more goodbyes...saying goodbye for the last time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/357135/ Some days you just wanna.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/357133/ Take the chance...it's worth it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/357119/ Italacized are the first letters of the first word of the first sentence of each new stanza. They spell the word "Unwritten". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/357116/ Avalanche swept it away,tumbled down the slope,another sharp rock shaperipping, shredding hope's...Heart Screaming, Crying, Sighing,Breaking.Glass across floor hurled;a million tiny slivers gone -invisible crystal splintered across the surface of...Heart Slipping, F.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/357111/ Isn't there one? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/357107/ Yesterday, a tree lost a leaf; Word dropped a letter; A cloud a raindrop;The night a star; Head a hair; Me – you. But today, the roots didn't die; The meaning was not lost-Tears kept them alive; Moon will yet shine, Though I acheInside.And tomorrow, sun must rise;Perh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/357103/ I hurt them, they hurt me, but we are all in the same boat, ultimately....getting the short end of the stick somehow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/357100/ No, I wasn't trying to rhyme the whole time...just sort of going for flow...and a touch of form... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/357099/ I was thinking about John Mayers song "Daughters"....Daddy's really need to love their daughters...we live and breath for their love... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/357098/ Wrote this while listening to Anitra's Dance by Edvard Grieg....one of my favorite pieces.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/357095/ Its that God/soul thing again :-) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356753/ Love, love, love... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356751/ Wells hold water, and should brim over - Instead when rope's cord is drawn aloftThe wooden bucket clangs upward dryly, Because the depths of it are empty. Trees of autumn that should be rustling With shades auburn, rust, and marigold, Instead stand silent, their diamonds fallen –.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356746/ Friendship is a beautiful blessing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356745/ You are always breathing. Your chest is always rising. Your lungs are always filling. Your heart is always beating. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356744/ You will survive. To quote someone...The tears will eventually only burn your eyes, instead of streaming down your cheeks...consider that a measure of healing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356743/ Dainty brush sits; lit canvassed cloth; Colors arrayed on odd shaped pallete -dip into shades with paint bristles soft, beginning the portrait of drooping day.Fingers twirling, with eyes discerning -hues to stroke across the empty face of earth’s countenance waiting serenely,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356740/ Everyday angels are present in our lives. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356738/ Hear me screaminwardly, why can'tI be freed!Why won't youcease stirring me?!Is it impossibleto see thefury now devouring?There lives onedormant monster silent,who 'wakens every time you open a spewing mouthof words poisoning,- you name truths -known as lies.I cannot s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356734/ This is not what you think - honestly, read and see. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356732/ Free verse - Spanish and English, though I prefer it in Spanish. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356730/ ....it is ridiculous to label people with an 'overactive' imagination... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356728/ Imagery of hope. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356725/ Ever wonder where they came from? What is the story behind their existence? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356724/ Diatelle - even fields hide crime, or...indescretions ;-) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356718/ Mmm description, imagery - lengthy, no denying it, but I enjoyed writing this piece. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356716/ Butterfly touch -handstracing,butterfliesflutteringwithinthetummy.Butterfly kisses -wingedwhispers;brushinglipsreleaseair tremors.Butterfly storm -feverishrainflushingbodieswithbutterfly love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356711/ Etheree - and a new take on death...read and see :-D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356704/ Save A Life...so much pain...so many people... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356696/ Today, my sole desire was to write about a subject of a pleasant, happy sort, not lacking stimulation;  yet was stymied by that creative vein flowing endless, in the direction of increasing degeneration. Still, I forced my eyes to train their darkened focus Upward and towards the mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356674/ ...inside your head...under your skin....where they don't belong... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356671/ Inside your head....under your skin... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356670/ Comparing the dawn/sunrise to flowers blooming. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356666/ Self forgiveness is so necessary to living. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356665/ Thinging/listening of song 'Freckles' by Natasha Bedingfield when I wrote this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356664/ Prose - mildly sensual, romantic prose full of imagery. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356625/ Mmm....story/prose/very short...The flower...she worries over nothing, she is taken care of... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356624/ Herand him;they two together,release an avalanche within.Sounds resound inside each soul;the fullness of paired hearts throbbingwhen respect and devotion united them whole -love echoing through the chamber's of pledged eternity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356622/ Wedded wings kiss the airwith the turqouse breath of their flight.Bare feet bless the meadows with unclad toes of graceful sprite. With shadows brushing her perfection,veiled skin framed by shifting light.Center piece, all pales to her comparisonThere she sits, drawing eyes, blinding.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356620/ The irony...ultimately the trees so lofty lose their covering to the dirt (ground) so low... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356619/ Etheree http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356617/ We all worry too much.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maktub/356615/