http://slow.writerscafe.org/rhythmnblues The original writings of author rhythm&blues en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776072782 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Remember when snowflakes were scented with baby's breathstreet lights were dinner bellsriding bikes was a day's restitution of fresh airthere were no amber alerts or at least we were not awareGod was still politically correct at the start of a school dayWonder bread was no wonder, but what did we ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhythmnblues/1281367/ I forgive you your wicked waysalthough it'll not bring me slumbermy own well being is at stake no time to waste on your reflectionI will not wallow in your betrayalthere are many sunrises to beholddragons to be slayed aside from you,not to mention the spring after the thaw http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhythmnblues/1281243/ Human/kindness http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhythmnblues/1209099/ Some days my mood depends on mesometimes you regulate it too, music in my head changes routinelycontingent on what is said.Yes, I know it's a major flaw, but don't we have them all?  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhythmnblues/1208643/ written for Lori Carlson's contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhythmnblues/1208303/ I planted flowers last year-nothing at all sprouted until now,sun in your face shone brightly over meeverything's blooming a rosy hue http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhythmnblues/1207759/ Is there a time that dawnsblown away by the moon's yearningsto light up even the darkest nightwhen the sadness dissipates with a new sun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhythmnblues/1207612/ (six word short story) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhythmnblues/1205297/ Wandering aimlessly, through the dark power was shut down once you left paid the balance in full, plus arrears forgotten, you don't always need service for lightbulb voltage moments http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhythmnblues/1205231/ (six word short story contest) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhythmnblues/1205081/ I have come to love poetry even through trials and tribulations it is the call of the wild in the airwhether feast, famine or love and turmoil it still moves to the emotions that drive us all http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhythmnblues/1203808/ Your lies made me doubt myselfthey shouted as you whispered,paraded in and out at nighthidden behind a gray ghostly facade,in the light of daythe suit you wore still spokeof black and white http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhythmnblues/1178958/ Yes, yes the earth moved,after the calmyou view the destructive naturerealizations that 'still' keep you out of harm's way http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhythmnblues/1174473/ When the heart overflows its painhealing  begins as a prayer,like the bird freed from its cageable to chirp a sweet love song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhythmnblues/1173939/ In the warmth of the sunthere is a shiver in the airyour eyes, the color of old man winterwon't allow the frigid cold to heal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhythmnblues/1173934/ You were part of himlovingly, I tucked you in at nightnow I miss your funny facesI would never say it out loudyou're the only thing I missthat best part of me, whenyou called me momI don't miss the craziness, the fighting and the brawlsI sometimes wonderwhat she tells you, whenhe doesn't show u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhythmnblues/1173498/ Something about the way the words movequietly, creeping up on my earsmy soul takes flight for I have foundthat simple niche inside my heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhythmnblues/1173471/