http://slow.writerscafe.org/MetaphorMan The original writings of author Dennis A. Clark en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776036189 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The moment she shed her armour, Mary transformed, freed at lastfrom that den of suffering, her rough points now softest skin.She lay wrapped in her lover,dressed only in moonlight, bound by love alone.For the "Helena's Blue Rose Cafe (10/40)" contest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MetaphorMan/1114877/ The full moon lights your window tonight,and you taste it in your throat, feel itsurgingaround your heart, something all your own,something to have faith in.  And the moon is a heart: blood-red andpulsing, yearning through the night:  &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MetaphorMan/1114598/ but who with words like stonescan explain those strange reflections,layered ghosts on glass,of some run-down desert motel we pass,its neon sign sputteringagainst the flitting of locustsrising before a sunset by now miles from here,replaced with the new moonand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MetaphorMan/1114586/ walt whitman lies longin marigolds, savoringyellow plums: sour-sweetFor the "Can You Haiku?" contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MetaphorMan/1113328/ I am not I in a poem.You are the you of my mind.We are engaged in this reading,Lovers of lyrical lines.Syllables chosen for rhythm;Vowels sounded out for the rhyme.Images carefully craftedLead you to laugh or to cry.Poems present what we're feeling,Who are the we, you and I?Words are what hold us to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MetaphorMan/1110480/ haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MetaphorMan/1108212/ back archedthigh muscles tautshe catchesin her hair the harvest moonair wetand cooooolface flushedfrom the rushshe sucks his thumb oceanmixed withsweatmixed withswooooon heartbeats gotap-tap, tap-tap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MetaphorMan/1107939/ haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MetaphorMan/1107744/ She said, "It's okay.Everything happensfor a reason." Everything happensfor a reason? Everything happens,every single thing,because of a reason. Because of a reason,everything happens. Because of.Cause of. The cause ofthe happeningis the reasonfor everysinglething.For Koda's.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MetaphorMan/1107527/ earwigs, earwormsworming into sleepers' dreamson spiny legsthey enter earsdig into brainslay dozensand dozens of eggs http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MetaphorMan/1105030/ the sun shines hot and flatwhile we drive through an empty townwith squat buildingsand traffic lights on wireslike black-eyed guardiansthe crows look down on usand laugh their horrible laughsas we move further and further from home http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MetaphorMan/1104422/ speeding down main in my old zodiacwith anton to my rightand gleebo in the backi turn onto gracefor a change of pacestore windows burstglass riddles the fordwater pours infrom both sides of the roadthe ocean claims the townit is clear we will drownbut we rise with the tideand drive on the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MetaphorMan/1104417/ like a wobbly wheelhe stumbled inbeach in his hairbooze on his breaththe bonfire stillin his eyes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MetaphorMan/1104280/ light in the leavesfrom this viewfires the skygreen-gold on blue http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MetaphorMan/1103830/