http://slow.writerscafe.org/SearedLuminosity The original writings of author David Koran en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776378585 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Little Box LostA play in one act� David KoranDramatis PersonaeBLUE � A very disaffected individual, a bit flighty and overly confident. Doesn't pay much attention when anyone else speaks and displays obvious egocentrism. Must whistle.Female (any age)BLACK &#2013.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SearedLuminosity/222841/ This is a poem I plagiarizedA bit of copy/pasteit is not of my own designbut shows I have good tasteI found it on the internetI liked the way it rhymedI changed the signature belowdeclaring it as mineI turned it in for English classsubmitted word for wordthe teacher tried to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SearedLuminosity/222835/ The gorgeous red at sunset's bedrecalls the gulls to seaand on the rise of tourist eyesa light show comes to beThe bay ignites in diamond firethe children stop and starea multitude in silent sightand no one breathes the airA brilliant orb descends the skyto touch the ocean's en.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SearedLuminosity/222830/ It was a perfect dayhot July with hardy flowers growingbright reds and yellowsas we walked hand in handdown cobblestone corridorsold brick leaning in from rooftopsand shadows where we caught our breathIt was the perfect day for flavored icesthe old Italian Vendorsmiling into his .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SearedLuminosity/222824/ It'll be post marked by tomorrowtwelve stampsfive languagesand no return addressI wrote itwith you in minddancing that old dancein the musty gymnasiumof our old town.There was a clarinet,I think,somewhere in the darknesskeeping time with your twirlswreathing you in rhythm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SearedLuminosity/222822/ I've been walking along too many cloudswatching the cold pavement drift by in the breezeseeing the sun rise down behind the hillsshining dark into the morning nightToo many storms have burst belowdrenching the soles of my shoestracing lightning towards the concrete skypealing thunder b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SearedLuminosity/222814/