http://slow.writerscafe.org/Roland-Sivar The original writings of author Roland Sivar en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041554 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 He was alone. The capsule opened with no dramatic hiss as he had felt itshould have when he first saw it. Science fiction had always been a great love of his. It was the reason why he had worked since adolescence tobecome a part of the NASEI: New Age Spa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roland-Sivar/1291761/ A lone astronaut returns after a 16 year mission. Two of which he spent awake and alone, out of stasis sleep. As he returns to Earth he finds it very different to how he left it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roland-Sivar/1291747/ To fight for her as I fight for breathNot to weigh the more, or lessNever to play her heartAnd without fear confessA soul laid bare, my scars duressAnd what dreams may comeIn spending my greatest treasureMy time with youMy storm, my shelterStay close, my dear, for though we falterWe fall together, o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roland-Sivar/1291735/ As the sun sets on FukushimaSo it does upon the earthAs sickness spreads over the plainThe blackened rivers mock the birthOf every child to be born henceforth Of every love alive todayAs we race and scramble nowTo bring cancers cure to the light of dayIn the name of progress we committed this c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roland-Sivar/1291733/ Surfing in Britain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roland-Sivar/1199393/ Little Hawk has resolved to climb... But is he strong enough to overcome the challenges above him? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roland-Sivar/1195939/ I was clearing out my room and an old photo fell out of a book I hadn't touched for a long time. Did I hide it in there, or did she? Made me remember a lot in just moment. So I hid it again. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roland-Sivar/1189253/ When we awoke, The Truth was dead.We thought she had onlyTo rest her weary head.She took up armsAnd made her bed. When we awoke, The Truth was dead. Her ally's had fled. As the last lights woundsRan scarlet red.Her weapons had failed herDull, as the perpetrators of ignorance.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roland-Sivar/1171932/ River, told meOne starlit nightBetween the sheetsThat she'd always knowWhere to goWhere in this worldShe should beBecause rivers only go one wayOnly one way They can beRiver smiled and told meShe'd always run downTo the sea http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roland-Sivar/1171921/ Oft they twisted heartWill betray the truthN'er spokenAnd mason builtWalls through force of willLie brokenThrough languid danceThy doors of perception, oneAnd openThough your gift means nothingNothing more than to acceptThis simple token http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roland-Sivar/1171920/ Today I felt like a poetAs I stared across the seaBut there were no words to my silent songNo profound truth To sing alongJust silenceAnd the seaGreen sleeves are all my joyThough blue you wear todayAnd great the skyAnd clear the airAs we tumbleThrough the fray http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roland-Sivar/1171917/ Thus, thy love lostCast unto the shoreAnd through casting lostAs any pebble I have warmedBetween my hands beforeThrough tumult crashing downLoves weight to erodeThe lip speaks its deathNever destiny soughtNor to controlOne track of footsteps in the sandBut I am no burden held aloftBy heavenly or lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roland-Sivar/1171915/ Part 1 �" The fall The Hawk Mother was proud, strong and large even for afemale of her species. In her time before the heat welled up inside her and bid herfind a mate, she was a magnificent hunter. Swift as the wind and silent as thes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roland-Sivar/1171909/ Little Hawk is born at the top of great cliffs overlooking the ocean. He is stolen from his nest and is lost at the bottom of the cliffs. Too young to fly, he resolves to climb back to the top. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roland-Sivar/1171908/ This is a poem about how waves are made and progress across the ocean to break. The memory of the wind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Roland-Sivar/1171906/