http://slow.writerscafe.org/limbonite_08 The original writings of author I.R. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990565 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Haven't been in this site for LOOOONG time...I took an online course on mindfulness. The lessons and experiences from that inspired this poem. Photo by Northwoods Murphy from Pexels. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/2462928/ Obviously Kate Bush http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/694971/ I. Our love awoke, found the dream beautifulOnly to discover it was dreaming  Still.  Atop coldmountains, lust was fruitful,Nesting with phoenixes, flaming, gleaming  Like the dull fire feeding on glancesAnd getting fatter with our rushing blood... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/605413/ I’ve searched for heavenBehind the teacup stashedAll the way in the back Of the cupboard; in pantries And inside chocolate confections,Inside an apple, in the five seedsShaped like a magic star. In rituals:Cutting my hair, brushing my teeth. &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/596056/ The one I love is hiding in the forestLike a deer that rushes from bushesOnly to strike me fast and gently  Across my chest, leaving a small Wound from which my heart Will peek, its flame sighing  Through the lovely gash; for my Beloved is also a little .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/591086/ We draped the windowsWith your Little MermaidCovers and made sandwichesAnd lemonade and poppedIn Aladdin into the VHS. The light burned throughIn pinks and blues, the roomSeeming like a magic caveWith a magic box pulsingWith lights, colors, and songs... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/585082/ Cradle me in your mouthlike a soundYou cherish, like thefirst vowel everStill incubating atopguttural graves.Love me like noisesemerging fromInuit women mimickingthe moonShining on snow soakingup blood.Those grunts that arrivebeforeWe reach those pet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/561051/ Inspired by a corny (but beautiful) Bjork song. Perhaps the poem is corny, or cliche as well. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/560908/ No adjective or "I" challenge :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/551362/ There’s a wellThere’s dirt There’s a leafFalling inThere’s a fingernailTucked betweenThe rising brick. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/520865/ There’s a stain in the silence,Deep and purple like the littleDrip of wine forgotten, sleepingAt the bottom of the goblet. There’s a man crouching By the cooling fireplace,Crouching like a coyoteBefore the shepherd comes. There’s a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/511695/ All is full of love,full of blindness,It drips from the mortified walls,The patterns on the wallpaperBlushing from what just happened. I still see the whiteness, but it recedesLike the tide after it has choked the grotto,Flies away like a vulture, the bones all whi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/510874/ It was so blue and deep Like a pool in the temple. I fell fast from the floorTo the ceiling and sank. Water splashed, returnedJust before it hit the marble. My last thoughts smelled of chlorine.I drowned on my head, like I was born. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/508686/ In our marriage bed, lust will lieIn the middle like a feverish childAs the cat purrs down the hallAnd the coffee waits to be brewed. Our bodies will know divorce After our skin weeps and voidsAre choked gently, violentlyLike cellos filling with salt water.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/508247/ It’s so tribal, the way your eardrums beatLike ghosts in caverns beating on ghost drumsAnd ghost tigers growling in the darkness. You never knew it could be so tender, peculiar,Like seeing old rich ladies pick up still beatingChicken hearts with beautiful ivory cho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/507792/ It just materialized while listening to a song...like most of the time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/500977/ Take me to where the tour bus is parkedAnd share your three day old bread. I don’t care that the bus is emptyAnd that the seats are dusty and torn. The sun can’t claw through the grimyWindows.  The heat isonly an incentive. While .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/494951/ Harpsichords know what I’m talking about,With their lovely red shell of wood, prettyGold leafs floating across the green lacquer,With pulled strings that sound of bones And chattering teeth at heavens’ door,Their songs meant to be about romanceBut soundin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/493349/ For those who gave till there was no more,For the blood that rained down into the tub,Painted white like ivory or a bleached stone,Into the challis, into the mouth and the hand. For those who washed away the rift of age,Or merely filled it with the dried juice of wrists.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/492958/ Dead Cat I. It’s a nag at first,Like somebody pullingOn your pants. The wooden floorsDon’t seem clean,But you won’t mop. The smudges breakThe reflection of You as a weeping child Pulling on you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/492561/ Ophelia, you walk in the mist, in the edge of the cliff,With your memories, the toll of bells, and the hushOf dead leaves under your silently purple promenade. Some people think that Emily Dickinson dreamed of youIn the silence of her room, one fall evening, apples falling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/491751/ It such a quiet, and gentle anger,White, dressed in creamy cashmere,Living in a white room, with swans Hanging from their feet from the ceiling,Like fancy paper cut-outs, their wingsSuccessfully tucked behind their backs. When you know you never had a chance.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/491515/ Lust It lives in a little one room cottage,Somewhere deep, beneath carbon, Miles below, where sunlight is an epicPoem sung by those who remember. The hearth inside is in a comma,Dreaming of fire for it has left To trail the old quartz b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/490823/ Men in gray suits, red shirts and black tiesAre impenetrable stone walls, rigid, ancient,Smoking their cigars and slurping gods’ blood,In a cloud of smoke, a cave of halogen spaces. Women in dresses are groves of green velvet,With rivers of tragic blue gossamer tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/490440/ It all spirals out of my headLike yarn ball being unraveledBy Theseus’ trembling handsAs the minotaur grasps The old labyrinth walls. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/490386/ He believes in beauty;He’s Venus as a boy.~Bjork Lips, teeth, creases, roughTongue.  The mild scentOf mint and watermelon.Sandpaper, ivory, fat petals,Incense. Neck, vein, reddish beardStubble.  A stream of sweatAnd sagey, musky c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/379691/ Just a reflection...and I was going for an allusion to "Chi-chi-chi-chia!" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/277794/ I saw a snake near my backyard. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/274491/ Listening to "Beauty of Speed." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/274482/ Cynicism http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/274478/ Inspired by Bjork's "Unravel." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/274474/ Some mysteries that get me thinking. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/216973/ Very much Charles-Simicky http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/213131/ Not necessarily inspired by Ledger's death, but by the feeling of doom felt at the death of a young person and an over all sadness and pessimism that arises when death is dealt by institutions such as The Insider. Also inspired by Horses by Amos. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/213119/ Hopefully restored closely to its predecessor. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/92443/ Fully restored :D This was inspired after watching Frida a 5 de Mayo. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/78500/ Another attempt to restore reviews to piece a poem back together. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/49210/ This was one of the poems that got erased and I was dumb enough not to back it up. Please take a look and give constructive reviews. I wish to restore a bit better. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limbonite_08/46594/