http://slow.writerscafe.org/The%20Lark The original writings of author The Lark en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996153 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Yep, it's another poem about love or the lack thereof. Really, I'm just exercising my rhyming muscles after a long absence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/1292339/ This is actually something I wrote a long time ago. Needless to say, it didn't work out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/1292331/ A sonnet I wrote for a competition, with the prize being free admission to a studied reading of Shakespeare's lesser known plays with commentary from one of the Bard's foremost scholars. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/1292328/ This was one the most intense relationships I had been in, around the time of comet ISON. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/1131702/ a break up sonnet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/1004160/ How strange the seeming auspices With which this ending date is cast, For all new days mark a new year From that day same a year past. Far be it from me to denyThe magic of the night we speak, But know there are yet more new year’s Today, tomorrow and next week. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/853887/ This poem has been said to be too cryptic, so I'll save you the trouble and tell you that it's about going to the Melbourne Arts Centre and seeing a play. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/821945/ My longest poem yet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/754910/ Just one more token for the memory box. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/618210/ How dreary dull in passing goes the day,With hands condemned by life’s prosaic cageTo wash and clean, to work and while awayThe hours in toil to earn a petty wage.  Yet watch those weary hands when comes the night,Their nocturne labours love for ivory key,W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/522195/ I am trapped within a memory On a hilltop in my mind,All these echoed senses tetheredTo the imprint left behind. How they sing to me in whispers,How I often to tremble, still,When I pause to go and wander In the memory of that hill. I can feel the drumming pulse-beatsAnd the rivulets of skinUnder so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/516912/ Ah, here we go again.Like flotsam by the shore,Sweeping in on a wave,Dragging out with the tide;Still searching,As a thousand times before. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/515389/ Okay, so this is was my entry for a 7 Deadly Sins poetry competition. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/486830/ I pour myself a mug of tea -A dozy habit borneFrom all the early evening hoursUntil the early morn’. I pour another mug of teaTo feel it softly sweet,A taste that makes the creeping coldAnd emptiness retreat. I pour another mug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/465378/ A poem for F. Scott Fitzgerald's best known story. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/452120/ This cinquain came about from playing the cinquain game - where I follow the previous poster's cinquain and start my first line based on their last line, which happened to be "The Fun". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/437495/ A tribute to my own cat, who reached 20 years before her gears stopped turning. RIP Piewackett. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/421306/ Try and find the *hidden* pun. :P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/338974/ Inspired by the famous John Barrymore quote - One of my chief regrets during my years in the theater is that I could not sit in the audience and watch me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/328518/ A mad dancing pirouette; the mating butterflyGives skittering charge towards its love, yet equally retreats.Its partner, now pursuer, toys in similar deceits,Perplexing this observer being drawn with curious eye.  It seems an awful folly; a promenade with chance,When frail flutterin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/234567/ I wrote this when I was 16, so bear with me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/215692/ On our changing emotions in the wee hours http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/215690/ Just toying with some ideas here, getting my writing groove back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/215639/ The every man's man http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/215638/ Just a little ditty http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/215634/ Can you truly speak for yourself? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/215632/ To the girl that never was http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/215631/  Of recent, I have lost my wayIn Summer’s long and idle day,Which lingers to its own delight,Content to keep the hours bright. For Time itself has taken leave,And left the weather to deceiveThat I but spend a moment here,Slowing moments to a year. Thus loun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/215630/ Its a strange thing to view an open coffin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/215626/ For all the insomniacs out there http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/215622/ I'm experimenting with wordplay here, so it doesn't make much sense. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/215620/ For the brainwashed Hitler Youth http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/215619/ How the Lord Of The Rings *really* happened http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/215617/ We've all been there... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/215614/ Yeah, I was reading Anne Rice...shut up! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/215613/ I was feeling flippant again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/215611/ 3am, couldn't sleep, wrote this instead. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/215610/  Dig too deep and you may findLittle matter neath the rindBut for ashes, coloured rust,A stony core now ground to dust. So ponder this, how can it be,When taken from the highest tree,A plant bestowed with laborious careShould have such tainted fruit to bear? The .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/215608/ The pilot died recently, and this inspired me to write http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/215607/ Random fantasy involving piano http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/215606/ A new take on an old sonnet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/215605/ A more upbeat take on writers block, written long before my other rant about writers block by the way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/215604/ When I have writers block, I write about having writers block. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/215601/ Because I PREFER rhyming poetry! :P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/215598/ We all feel this at one time or another http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/27582/ This is more personal and therefore harder to digest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/27581/ For a girl I knew http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/The-Lark/27567/