http://slow.writerscafe.org/miserere The original writings of author Doug en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010139 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  You’re my Wizard of Oz.I’ve sat watching thoseBlack and whitesWide-eyed until now. Now! Now there’s color! You teased meWith a black and white beginning.But how the explosion of colorCame over me! You’re my Wizard of Oz;So brig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miserere/283374/  There’s a sand glazeOn the white bare feetWalking down Stinson Beach.Your hand is warm in mineAs a cold salt waterInches up to us.Sea foam and seagullsLitter the beach. We’ll sit on wind chilled sandAnd watch the sun diveLike a seagull into the Pacific.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miserere/283373/  Frozen brown grass is stillTo the wind that whistlesPast my cracked window.Grandpa’s desk was movedThree weeks back.I needed life in front of me. And I write.I write the wood floor creaks,The shed rust,And barn wood rot.I write all that is life;The barn lof.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miserere/283372/  And I’ll take youTo northern SwedenWhere the sunBarely teases usOver the distant mountainsWith glows of orange. I’ll take youTo the Ice HotelWhere arched iceAnd iced chandeliersWelcome us. Isolated,We’ll cover upUnder thick blankets.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miserere/283371/  Let this weekend come.We’ll be like monksIn a French monastery,Silent.We’ll expose bare wallsAnd unplug cords,Crawl into bed;Silent.A single candleWill light this apartmentAs we worshipWith fingers and lipsAcross each’s body.Let this weekend come... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miserere/254727/  Chapter OneAudrey with a Pierced Lip“I wish you could put your ear up to my heart And hear how much I love you” – Mineral Her room was white on white on white.  She kept the curtains open on the weekend.  The sun needed to creep into our lives more,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miserere/248627/  And I listen to French cabaretAt 1am.I see her pictureAnd need Edith Piaf.Somehow I’m closer to herWith La Vie En Rose and Milord.I need the romance and mysteryOf the French;Reminding me of herAnd her dimpled smile. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miserere/247804/  She’s filmed in 8mm.It’s the inchesFrom a white medicine cabinet mirrorThat makes me click it on.Cat eyes finishedAnd streaked hair curled,A perfume mist disappearsAgainst her winter pale neck. In playback she’s a 60’s movie starBefore the red.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miserere/247795/  It’s cold outside with a skyThe color of a filled ashtray.This autumn has startedWith big rain dropsThat fall like spilled coins.Quickly it came over me.My blue shirt smelled likeThe tears of Gods.They cried for the AdagiaOnly we knew.My Triumph idled badlyAnd I w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miserere/247792/ here's an example of a poem with concrete nouns in every line http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miserere/245427/ Challenge One for Mokey http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miserere/245162/  I wish I had a back seat or alleyway,Like a parking ticketI’d toss loneliness there. Her strawberry vodka still waitsIn an almost empty refrigerator.The quick glimpses of strawberriesTake me to wet haired nightsWhere I could still smell her shampoo. It&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miserere/245112/ This is a very personal one for me. I wasn't even going to post it on here until Annelise almost forced me to. But I'm very happy with it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miserere/245107/ A little more recent. I wrote this last August. It's from a collection of stories I wrote about my childhood and gave to my mom for Christmas. She loved it. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miserere/244474/ I guess I'm a pretty intense writer when it comes to prose. I never mean for that to happen but it always does. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miserere/244461/  Like a Japanese monsoon it comes.I’m the 80 year old grandmaWith black umbrellaThat’s not staying dry.I feel the wind starting up stronger.On the dock I stand,Watching the water rise.The storm is here.Rain is like a fog,Hiding the Japan AlpsOn the other side o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miserere/244436/  Pour onto meSlow like liquid.In the corners and cracksOf my body.Let me feel you.Wash the outside worldOff me with you.Cleanse me with you.Drown me with you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miserere/244434/  This Bolivian Death Road,Every blind turnCould be a 300 foot drop.The wheel always touches the edgeAs fog slowly breaks upTo show us againThere is a beauty hiding in danger,But it’s hard for meTo see it on this road. Be gentle today baby,You’re my Death.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miserere/244423/  There’s a disaster waiting in my pen.The Moleskine paper is thickAnd tattooed with stumbling words. He’s your dirty t-shirt,Toss him.Put on your favorite.It’s soft, comforting.Be my little belly dancer again,I still won’t tell anyone. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miserere/244420/  I see in sepia tones.She smokes like a flapperFrom the ‘20s.There’s a shimmer in her eye shadowWhile the smoke slowly creepsOut of her mouth.She’s so French standingIn this autumn park.The leaves are rain soakedAs we stand hearing shutter clicks. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miserere/244419/  Sunlight fightsThrough window plantSnail likeUp red fleece blanket That covers her chilled nose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miserere/244418/  Tonight I keep the living room dark.Only my green lampGlows in the cornerAgainst the off white walls. I hope you’ll take meIn your warm arms.I’m not strong enough tonight.I need to let out deep sighsWhile hearing your heart beat,The rhythm sooths me.Tak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miserere/233538/  Touch me with your kisses. Arms lock around meAnd against the doorOf green corroding paint. Corner eye catchesSpot Ursalines and Decatur.Neons fizz lightsPast your closed clutching eyes. Breath after breathIt’s only your lips.Feet killing shoes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miserere/233536/  We’re America’s failed dreams;Working two retail jobsWhile our kids are raisedBy a 10 dollar an hour college studentFailing classes and late with rent. We’ll see a Norman Rockwell paintingIn a main street dinerAnd wonder if Budweiser or crystal methKi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/miserere/216691/