http://slow.writerscafe.org/JHByrd The original writings of author JHByrd en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776002055 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Lazarus and Andromeda (Paradigm of Tantamount)-J.H. Byrd- I have passed boldly into that distant night,glancing upon the ethereal.Ancient, regal, lineal they are.Persistent are the lucid awakenings;perceptive are the subjective truths. Standing upon the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JHByrd/2171526/  “Flames of Ivy”-J.H. Byrd-Mark what mercurial minds have purloined,where upon the ivy burns and Hegemon’s sword is adjoined.                                     Cont.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JHByrd/2171267/ “Vagrant”-J.H. Byrd- In theshadows, the wretched stretch out stealthy fingers,writhing inagony of loathing ever lingering,foldingmenacingly over knuckles bone-barring,with snarlsslipping over garish jaws and fiendish lips. I can hearthe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JHByrd/2171266/ “The Prometheus Ascension”-J.H. Byrd- He spoke, his voice like a drum,“Destiny is mine to come.Fellow men, our hands begunthe twisted toils of our benighted labor,the broken and once cherished dream.Find now alive!Here, where the savages dwell and contrivethe realm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JHByrd/2171265/ In the Wake of DearOdysseus Thou seeks glory and fame.To force past ghostly figuresand their forgotten names.But to you, my son, consider the cost;what will you discover when all is lost? Yet, I cannot say I would find a different way. My son,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JHByrd/2169326/ Autumn of Rekindle (A Forgotten Verse Untold) At once did I come upon a memory,so distant, yet it seemeda once forgotten romanceremained untimely keen.Words remain unspokenand my teeming eyes bequeathedthe gesture so lost that the foreign gloryhas laid the he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JHByrd/2169320/ Not sure if I want to keep it as a poem or turn it into prose....Could really use some suggestions in that regard. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JHByrd/2167953/ This is NOT a suicide note from me nor is it from anyone that I know. I am also not at risk. However, it does help me get across a message in a powerful way, I feel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JHByrd/2167952/ The Snows I Seek a Desperate Land-J.H. Byrd-The snow drifts blanketthick a desperate land as the cold clutches villainouslyto my bare hands.Deep within the heart,I trudge onmutely held in aweof the peace I have found within.Sleeping trees whose stripped lim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JHByrd/2167948/ I wanted to experiment with spacing on this one but I couldn't come up with anything that I felt was satisfactory. Would love some feedback in that department. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JHByrd/2167701/ Reminiscent-J.H. Byrd- We found the boat in the late afternoon,when our souls were oldand our bodies new.Silently as the flowers we bloomed. Our vessel lay always ready for our journeysto forgotten isles and perilous deeds. Reminisce.Beneath the moon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JHByrd/2167625/ Drifting The bells chime softly like butterfly wings;eternally born the pendulum swings.Outstretched and warm I sink into the banksand hear the Earth; as it hums, it sings. What is this place I found, or medid it seek out, am I the dream?With cupped hand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JHByrd/2167623/ Made a view revisions and more are sure to come. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JHByrd/2167621/ Eventually I would like to incorporate this into a book. This is based on a dream I had once. I also don't know what genre this would really fall under. I was torn between experimental and fantasy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JHByrd/2167510/ A poem about my roots in Glacier National Park area. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JHByrd/2167508/ The Charge  Arrayyourselves,bladeand bulwark,beatingon unbroken by inexorable hordesthrivingon divide and sovereignty besmirched.Presson,forthe deadened handsshallin the endbecomethe very anvilofthe forging of our unravel.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JHByrd/2167468/ A lamentation of a deep desire passed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/JHByrd/2167466/