http://slow.writerscafe.org/dietrichvoncrowe The original writings of author Dietrich von Crowe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776082215 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I've been twice lost, once found, in miring machination;That ball of thread, I tossed around,Lost all my fascination.Suffice to say, I'm nowhere-bound,And deep in conversationWith myself, and none abound,We await the terminationOf this walk, this endless ground,That defies all .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/2960031/ I would I had not looked upon Him with these mundane eyesFor such a sight Empyreal in light begets blindness;The hues of mine iniquities were accented to suchDegree my faithful shadow fled and hid beneath my feet.And I, bedazzled, gestured a shade for mine eyes to see:A figure, faint, and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/1984322/ Where have you gone? The gloaming looms!The day has lost its love and wanes�"For, lo! Your mourning star disdainsIts charge, dispels the mantle plumes.The shade is everywhere yet lost,Bestrewn across the bending layersOf day and night; borne unawares. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/1663952/ Wereflames to weep and extinguish themselves,And flowers yielded berries boundlessly,Allsymphonies enchanted soundlessly,Andsubtle men replaced their drawers with shelves,Thewisest lovers of the world would knowApoet seized sublimity’s effect(Theconsequence of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/1235701/ Rondeau http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/1029305/ Whata ruinous thing is Sleep Thathe should judge me unbecoming Forhis soporific glance Andbereave me thus;Hestands himself before meWithhis body turned askance Asthough he watches merelyFromthe corner of his eyes.Andyet my presence, full in stance,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/911681/ O, envy of a blooming rose, who hathThe bitterness of Aphrodite’s eye,Thou art as ample in thine arcs as areThe apples of some yonder tree, and yetArt thou more ripe than all of Eden’s fruitAnd suppler still than China’s woven silk.Proud Caelum’s daughter, stygian.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/772694/ Asoft the sun doth chase the moon around,Sotoo, interred then leavened, is this tongue:Awakenedas a noble king discrowned,Thesongs of his esteems must needs be sung.When,O Sublimity, thy stately bondman durst Encroachupon thee, true still to his lord,Thouthink&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/772287/ Awealth of vitriol   this drink,Thisliqueur, sweet as sorrow’s breath,Imbibedthrough memory’s strongest link,Thatserves a steady dose of death,Enticeswith a finger curled.Enchantedby this femme fatale,Myeager tongue, erstwhile unfurled,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/750563/ Amongst the perfect stars and space betwixt,There sits a garden strewn with life serene,And ‘gainst the blossoms stands a wall transfixtAs if ‘t were rapt in beauty unforeseen.Within the boundary, next the irisesAnd lavish lilies, fulsome roses vieWith belladonna �"though des.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/749243/ Without a dream, where life’s mundane routinesEnshroud the eyes with plain and dulling sight,I live within, immersed in mystic scenesThat consecrate my love in goodly light:When angels sing in massive choir, yeaWith voices borne upon a honey flow,My darling’s silence stands a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/749242/ So much potency there is within a poet’s muse.Much like a serpent’s bite    it seizes viciously,Only to rot him slowly through.Every bite ends one of many dreams, and a service He endorses in memoriam each departed fragment:The skeletal remains interred in pages, Ink to ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/705769/ Crowescent verse... it's been so long... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/636136/ These globes of glass, clandestinely inert,Contained translucent seas: the brine of sick,Insensate waters thought to purge the soulOf tragedy. They focus on most recent, lasting plagues:A savage desert grips the seasons; saltBegins to rain across the former greenAnd auburn forests, drought .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/604332/ Desperation leaked profusely From my yielding palmsAs I scrawled absurdly from One ear to the other.Uncertain in the mannerOf direction or orientation,I scratched at the twisted line,Screaming at it to shapeItself into perfection.So I turned the warped smile And discovered the ot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/560418/ Shakespearean Sonnet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/537639/ Inspired by Shostakovich's Prelude and Fugue No. 4 in E minor (Andante) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/535448/ A failed sense of recollectionPervades and persuades my thoughts:The monochrome impressionsOf a mauve indistinctionFall away as inexorable noise.They, who appear upon the Surface of sensuous glass,Chide and gamble in silence,Wandering through the peaks and troughs Of time, thus do th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/524547/ Crowescent Verse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/482729/  I have stitches where your veins might be;Wounds sewn up by a needle’s thread.Where you slash and let blood flow freely,From me white, ethereal wool is bled.My eyes see naught but your fingers’ touch;Black coins, the weaver’s notes, upon my face.This smile, held.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/459955/ form of Shakespearean sonnet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/456504/ Villanelle derivative, school assignment - based off Beloved by Toni Morrison http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/452389/ An English sonnet about wrecking my motorcycle. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/450719/ Trochaic hexameter... rather difficult to write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/445595/ Crowescent Verse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/415300/ perfect rondeau http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/414031/  Lie there, fool amongst the fallen leaves,As I ponder on much sweeter fruit.Only when thy broken hand no longer bringsAffliction to thy luscious words of loreMay thee rise then. Or shalt theeMerely laugh in bodily hurt whilstI twist thy loss of words further still?Yet&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/413139/ Shh. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/411663/ Sonnet, inspired by Robert Frost's "Acquainted with the Night." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/401849/ A recurring dream. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/398539/  Turning around, to adjust my direction,An open hall with a wall at the endIs green on each side, and high in perfection The wind blows its calm or I wouldn’t knowFor somewhere along the wall at the endGrows a most dead and unswaying tree bough Turning again, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/397104/  While tracing a moonlit path of flattened want and stones,I came upon this place, you see, that only sleep should know: The sky was see-through black, a pitchless sea of midnight hue,Covered by a film of haze, rolling dust and mist imbued. An esoteric luminary filled ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/390734/  An alluring voice once called my name,One of sweet, melodious elation;A solemn sound with ringing bellsThat sang with deprivation. This falling voice I came to love,As it sang in wanting choir,Moved and flowed throughout the worldAnd set its seas on fire. With h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/388978/  Turn thy eyes down beneath thy smile.There, thou shalt see thy limbsShrouded in a nebulous, gray smoke,And the deep-rooted sensation simmers.An anxious turn of the face meansTo cease and desist; to retreatThy troops from the malevolent fray,From the evil absence of harmony, &nd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/382798/ Crowescent Verse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/380769/ Format of a motumice *wink* http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/378233/ Format of a rondeau derivative. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/375887/ Format of a villanelle. Needs editing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/374922/ A dream I had one night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/374378/ Format of a ballade (with envoi as finale). Inspired by "Hoover and the Flood" painting at Morris Museum of Art. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/373100/ Crowescent Verse http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/372537/ Format of a rondeau. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/372535/ Format of a holy sonnet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/372100/  My black rose, what is this dew of blood that envelops thy delicate petals of darkness and melancholy?  `T is the blood that pours from thine eyes, like a river of crimson blossoms, and trickles onto my dismal beauty.  But my fair rose, how art tho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/370757/  Through an open hole in the clouds where all life begins,A stream, calm as the tears that flow from your father’s face,A deep river covered by the listless scarlet petals of a rose,Bleeds incessantly, without a dam to hinder its surge.Below the tender sky, maimed into sterility.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/370750/  Decrepit thing I am, a shadow of a shadow,Roaming shores to shield these faults, which comeOnly when the Moon should discover my eyes. Yet when She should fall and the silence fades,Life appears...boisterous, obnoxious life of light...And the precious hope for lasting peace .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/370742/  Feathered wings flutter over sable and ivory talons.And song inspired strings, struck by the mighty hammers,Greet the deafening silence with peace.And humility, as a gift from the gracious gods,Is accepted only in recompense for the loss of chaos. Dear is that golden apple t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/370740/  See-through world of which I know no compassion,Born to the Earth’s dust and Hell’s fire,Forged in the shape of an ambiguity,You are an unanswered response to what I aspire,A falling shell, hollowed for blood or wines,Faulted in lines on tributaries on lines, F.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/370738/  So here I am, and I standAmongst the lost leaves of Fall.And as I stare into the murky waterFlooding at my feet, I see my lost beginning,My former, recovered world…My mirror image, obscured by Earth’s dust whichReflects only the ominous clouds and nothing, &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/370737/  An intense white, softened by beautiful brown,Enamors me as I stare.Until I reach the darkness, I dare not digressMy intimate glance. So rare Is the opportunity to witness such wonders.Even in the bleakDarkness, I find treasures of diamond,All utterly unique.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dietrichvoncrowe/370436/