http://slow.writerscafe.org/RommelMartin The original writings of author Rommel Martin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031122 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My friend wrote a song with the same title, and thought I'd write a poem depicting the picture I got in my head. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RommelMartin/1139568/ I feel the winter come where the temperature was once intenseIt made one see shadows and sweat sympathy with kindness The air now filled with frost, I can’t breathe in the freezeThe temperature decreasing, as if ghosts were spending their night around me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RommelMartin/1133579/ My first attempt at a villanelle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RommelMartin/1128199/ Calm moist lips drink from the glass, patterns start toarriveThe breeze passes,senses divide Contradiction of those few comments,surrounded by thoseunknown and now have grown fondness.The clock moving in minutes seeming like yearsStories performed,like a play and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RommelMartin/1127454/ I wish I could sing, it make all this anguish so much more charming The words would soothe instead of bounce against the walls. Voices would join along agreement no choice  I’d be like the pied piper of voicewalk then be followed and praised, instead I sit here a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RommelMartin/1126652/ It’s been a long timeSince I met anyone stableThe fixed or new will soonend up in fables Broken toys have the best storiesTo think it seems routine to be defectiveWe have no choice and can’t be so selective Our maker has no imageThere&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RommelMartin/1126594/ Demise follows a pattern of nature and rise.Men will come, grow and destroy. Smoke and metal are elementsthat can be found on a simple table. Floral or flame, even grain should be looked onequally the same. Sprouted or deceased, each had its time and came from the mother.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RommelMartin/1126593/ Some people’s stomachs can’t handle the endI’ve swallowed my wants and extended my needsLetters saved and thoughts enclosed Years have passed but as read it was what I used to want most The struggle is so divine; speech tainted and pounds on the wallI was ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RommelMartin/1126589/