http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ruzica The original writings of author Ruzica en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776063721 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Bitter winds and blinkless nightsseep into my bones;February creeps up on me,like an old man with a caneand a quivering voice.I catch myself sifting through old moments- pulling out vibrant strings of spring;hula hoops and skipping ropestwirling in the grass,and huge smiles crinkling your eyes.How c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/1487609/ this raintastes like grasslike wormy earthlike a hot summer's daya lifetime agolike that daywe went to check the river for fishing netslurking and luringdown at the slimy bottomand we widened their tricking holeswith our wiry fingerswe skipped stonesby that spotwhere the stream curvesheading westto .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/1459834/ The air this morning is a lake -murkyand greenand deepIt always feels like thisafter a rain-filled day- an angry dayof clouds screamingof lighting tearingat the velvet of the skyOn days like theseI like to think that he is somewhere sunny- that somewhererays are playingin his wild wild hairthat ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/1459833/ You were my happy you were where my tired thoughts went to restyou told me I was beautifuleven when I wore that ugly knitted dressYou made me laugh till I felt lightheadedand wild and youngtill I felt I could just float awaylike a shiny big balloonYou made me put whipped creamon my hot chocolateand .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/1459828/ Springs can be chilly in our little town- blowing bubbling breezesand pinching our noses if we got up too earlyand went to walkalong the Main Streetbefore the shops woke up and cracked open their sleepy window eyesI would wear my old yellow coatand you would tell me I lookedlike a sunflowerWe would .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/1459826/ You gave me a book of Russian poetryto keep me warm at nightYesenin whispered to me when you were far awaylost in the mistsof the city lightsand I danced alone like IsadoraIt rests on the edge of my bedside tablelike a thing with a soulalivewhile Pushkinweaves his shadow fingersthrough my hairSometi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/1379406/ The air is so thin tonightstretched across the pointy starsand full of hidden firefliesWhat would you sayif you saw me nowstanding here where moonlight gleamsamidst the heaps of broken dreamsWith my soul a restless birdand my skin so lily whiteWould you hug mewith your smilesand your music and your .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/1379112/ you are a vertigoyou are untetheredyou're free flyingfalling like ablue blue staryour secret heartis a Mariana Trenchand your dreamsare Moon licked tidesyour flicker-eyesare fiery candlesdangerous and wildwould you pleasegrab me by the handand take me for a dive http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/1379056/ I've been saving my smilesfor stormy skiesfor umbrella daysand rainy eyesfor chocolate kissesand Turkish delightsfor polka dotsand cherry piesfor mists and dewsand seagull criesfor good night storiesand lullabiesI've been saving them for our blue goodbyes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/1378856/ You were my professor and I was your flighty studentand you could never teach me tothink before I lovedYou were always so seriouswith your frownsand your sad grey eyesand I was a swirlof dancing skirts and little white liesYou talked with me and you walked with mefor many winter-kissed milesand when.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/1378603/ The crow's feather of your haircaught my gaze and teased my smileYou were different from other boys with you frown and your styleYour hands were flutter birdsand I watched you a good long whileHow you learned and how you yearnedgoing that extra mileAnd I knew right then and therethat you would make .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/1378428/ an airplane above my headbrings the feelings of old dreadof wide-eyed nightswhen our souls bledof stolen games beneath the bedof listening to hearwhat they had saidhiding away the tears I shedwanting to knowwhat was aheadwishing I was somewhere else instead http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/1378114/ I went out after dark againto smell the flowers in our gardenThe sky was whisper-thinvanilla scentedcherry sourAnd you were still insidemy empty emptybutterfly heartbecauseas you knowI was never that smartI hope you findthat silver liningI hope you still smilethat crooked smile I hope you discoverth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/1378096/ The Danube was moody that night- stormy and loud and rowdylike a happy old drunkWe walked side by sideand counted the starsexploding in the skyWe were youngand we were new and the air felt like fireworksI wore a frilly skirtand a silly smileYou wore your dinner jacketwith your grown up tieAnd we dan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/1378020/ We went for a walkalong a green rolling riverwhere the willows weepWe kissed and we laughedbeneath the silken shadeshidden in the deepYou whispered me your secretsdown by that spotwhere the trouts leapI showed you my fearsand handed you my musicright there for you to keep http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/1377964/ Do you remember that day?That day when ice-cream drippeddown our fingersand we were so happyWeren't we?The day our eyes closedfrom the force of our smilesand our fingertips tingledand tickled our feather-wingsIt was the longest summer- the hottest in living memory they sayBut to us the heat only mea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/1377919/ The river rippledbetween my fingersand it was velvetand satinand steelThe day smelledof old earthand secretsthat daywhen we went fishingfor the truthAnd the hooksglinted in the Sunthey were beautifuland lovelylovely killing things http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/1377891/ I had a rose in my haira white cold fragranceof winters newI had a softness in my stepa red-shoed sparkleof morning dewI had a butterfly in my laugha whisper breathof brightest hueI had a twinkle in my eyea sudden burstof warmest blueAnd most of allI had you too http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/1377852/ You smiled with your eyes closedand with your handsin the pockets of your gray jacketAnd I wanted to kiss youAlmostYou stood therein your too big shoesand your pressed shirtand your face was so sunny that dayAnd I kissed you right then and thereAlmostAnd then you turned awayand you took all of youre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/1377511/ When I blinkthe world shifts and blursand becomessomething more- something softer than this lonely wet streetof dog barksand violent smellsWhen I blinkI can seea ghost of youin the distanceyou in your too short trousersand your red red shirtWhen I blink I can hear a whispered namethat only you calle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/1377500/ When old music hurts too muchand new onestill hasn't taken holdWhen my housebecomes too smallto dance inWhen I haveso much to wish forand too little awake-timeto breatheThen - I would likenothing betterthan to feelyour smileand the steel of your gazeon my downcast eyesAnd then, and thenyou would tak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/1377494/ Words can be swordsand words can be shieldsThey can be armorand they can be poisonThey can drip down the edge of a bladeheaded for your heartThey can caress and they can wound with the same wild gleeThey can make you weepfrom deep within your eyesand they can make you laugh so muchthat your smile wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/1377274/ All of my thoughts are old- endlessly looping arounduntil they become something more than myselfand threaten to silencemy flowery mindAll of my colors have their namesand I yearnfor a flash of a shadeyet unspokenAll of my clothes are sensible and wrinkle freeand I wish for a stripy green dresswith a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/1377266/ So much of me and so much of youlies between us in glancesand near whispersSo much of my soulwants to trickle outfrom the corners of my eyesand the quirk of my lipsAnd so much of your soulis buried in your shirtsleeves and in between your piano fingersSo much of your joy is hid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/1376791/ Chirping birds under my window,the same sound that woke me upin summers of before,heavy like honey on my tongue,sliding down my throat,a half forgotten songpushing to the front of my mind.  The heady smell of the morning,with grass and trees and wet earthbaked slowly by the new Sun.M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/1167168/ Tonight, a heavy windis carrying somebody’s tears,and I feelhow the past and the futureare unitingin this very moment,longer then a century,deeper than the longest night,and I feelhow some new spaces,and new skiesare calling for me,and how something big, important,bri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/385303/ I can hear some still awake dogs,barking in the distance.The crickets in the grass and the bushesare restless.The silvery sphere of Moon is obscuredby the shadow of a soft wing,and a hoot resounds through eternity,connecting the unbridgeable worlds,and all terrible truths become lies.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/384962/ You are no longer here,I can’t sense you in winter wind’s breath,I can’t hear you sing sweet songs of summer,nor smell the light freshness of spring rains.I can’t feel you whisper my name,as soft as the touch of the first snowflakewhen it lands on my closed eyelid... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/384961/ You must have the eyes that speak of heavenlike this blue sky above us,you must speak the language of spring windthat I will understand,you must love every inch of this black, wet ground under our feet,you must have the touch that's soft and gentlewhen I feel your fingers on my skin,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/384956/ Slow, soft as the wing of turtledove,the night fell on us,and with its blurred coloursbrought the salvation to the world.The river is silent in its strength,passing by in an unknown direction,sluggish and lazy it’s rolling on,never changing its temper.And on the shore, just.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/384953/ He whirrs, disturbs the withered leaves,cries, yells hungrily,haunts the forsaken dwellings,moans, abandoned by all,exiled, banished,thrown out of warm homeswhere happy children cry,and where there is still someonewho fears the sound of dead leaves shimmering. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/384873/ My hands are wet from the snowball I've been makingcrystal water sparkling against my skinMy hands are coldThe sleeves of my coat aren't long enough to cover themThe tips of my fingers are numband nothing can ever warm them againnothing except your smileMy hands are cold http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/384529/ I'm growing tired of listeningof concentratingof participatingof always being alert and awakeTired of smiling and talkingof saying please and thank youTired of rain and the darkof the slippery groundand of the shouting of a manselling something on the streetI'm tired of all the n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/384094/ Hotstuffy air brown wooden wallsThe resounding voice lecturing on the American Civil Warin perfect British accentWhite board and blue felt tip penrubbish bin and a Coke canOminous closed doors and the faces of heroeslooking down on mewith smug arroganceMy pencil tracing old namesca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/384093/ White velvet curtains flowing in the winda brave new Sun peeking into my roomThe day is fine and the clouds are fewa boy on a bicycle eating an ice creamI finally found the right radio stationand they are playing my favourite songI'm reading that book I likefor the tenth time maybeThe perfect Sunday.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/384092/ Green water glistening in puddles on the pavementthe smell of sawdust and coffee beansmuffled laughter behind the curtainsClinging of pots and pansa dinner being madeTV news and weather report'Should i carry an umbrella tomorrow?'A bedtime story and fresh fluffy pillowssilvery moonshine on the walls.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ruzica/384091/