http://slow.writerscafe.org/brimarie The original writings of author Bri en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776037536 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 One with the creamy foamWhispering to the sandMaking coral reefs her homeIs The Child Born Of The Sea.Her feet covered with sand And hair woven with shells The breathless world watchesHer emerge from the dark swells, Oh majestic Daughter Of The Sea!Not a mermaid, no. But some.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brimarie/1162475/ There's gotta be something more than this! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brimarie/1161927/ The petty thingsCause such a scare.The lurking monstersThat were never there.Warlocks cursing,And witches casting.Ghosts haunting,and Ghouls blasting.All the dead That make you screamHave nothing onMere Memory.Ghosts of memories;The most gruesome of sorts.With their truth they bind.With their fraud .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brimarie/1160631/ A drop of waterIn a sea of people;That's all we are.One of billionsEach quite anonymous;How insignificant we are.Call to mindOur entire universe;How very small we are.So small, in factOf course we cannotLeave a lasting impact.It's comforting, In a wayJust to think.Small people can't reallyCall disas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brimarie/1160595/ It's another world.Another dimension, ratherA place running solelyOn what the mind's eye gathers.It's strong.It's powerful.More so than you and I.Quite amazing consideringIt seldom meets the eye."Is it Real?"Well, of course!If it's believed to be so.Otherwise smotheredby minds that are closed."Where.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brimarie/1160585/ Time is ticking..I want it to stop!Yet as the days go byI eagerly watch.Every week passingIs another stepTo the next chapter,The last being left.The following to comeIs so bright and excitingBut the one to be leftSo familiar and inviting.Not that its a choice..But which would I choose?It seems as to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brimarie/1160573/ Do you ever wonder what something looks like when you turn your back on it? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/brimarie/1159468/ This is an opposite poem. 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