http://slow.writerscafe.org/CheriRoberts The original writings of author Cheri Roberts en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776020082 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There was a time that ifI thought of a song it played. Right there in my head. No iPod, no computer. It just was. I suppose it’s one of the fewbenefits that came with having the chip.Infants are now born and implanted. It’s just how it’s done. Noone has a choice.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CheriRoberts/1132015/ When everything is quiet deep in my mindI can close my eyes to all my troublesand let beauty drink me in.Your hands are my own as they travel my skin lightly,slowly they moveawakening the part of methat is the part of youand I feel a whisper.A breath of a promise that weaves a spellto taunt and teas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CheriRoberts/1127092/ I heard the wind today.Beneath the treesthat rustled and played.It was like a concertoplaying just for me.The leaves waved overheadTo reassure meof God’s steady grace. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CheriRoberts/1127089/ Surrender, spellbound,to the persuasion of the inevitable.Fragments of anticipation,hypnotic in their influence,flaunt themselves shamelesslyacross the minds wandering eye,to pull deeply inside at the coreof sensation and need.The scale of rationale tipped beyond reason,overflowing with wanting,mind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CheriRoberts/1127087/ A few typed wordsUnexpectedDisbeliefAn unlikely senderOppositeImportantThe surprised receiverSuspiciousUnsureAnd so they dancedCirclingAwareLost to the beatSwayingElectricThe final notesBitterSweet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CheriRoberts/1125751/ The inky depth of darkest nightIs broken by the lover’s lightSprinkled bits read from afarOur love is written on a star. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CheriRoberts/1124757/ My eyes, a prisoner of my promise to youCannot convey the wonder and mysterythe intensity of which I am certain you too are feeling.My hands, a prisoner of my promise to youCannot draw you near with the gentle force of needfor fear you would pull away.My mind, a prisoner of my promise to youCannot e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CheriRoberts/1124754/ Morning comes peeking beneath my eyes with bitterness,sharp and cold.Tight chested reminders echo,“Beware, the night is never gone.”A sadness hangover of puffy eyesdeflated dreamsunheard screamsmuffled by the dawning of light.I awaken choking, gaggingspitting on this new day.The hand of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CheriRoberts/1124751/ Sometimes we stumble upon the secret stepsCobbled and overgrownHiddenAmidst the twists and turnsOf this life.And, when the path is takenEach teetering, tottering stepWill bring you closer stillTo the oneWho stumbles upon the same pathFrom the other side.If you should turn back in fearAnd let anxieti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CheriRoberts/1124749/ Journey down the wayward path,A trail that shifts and blurs.Indistinct amongst the over growth of caution,The brambles of fear.Each passage,A corridor of your own mind.A humble reproach,To echo through the tunnels of consciousness.Contemplate each twist,Each turn,Each fork in the road.Be wary of the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CheriRoberts/1124746/