http://slow.writerscafe.org/whitewatermark The original writings of author White Water en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776109857 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 On the First of MayWe celebrate the haikuAnd so I wrote one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitewatermark/543257/ To love and not be loved:Is there any worse pain?I cry your tearsI’m scared of your fearsYour smile is my laughYour anger is my wrathWhen you’re sleeping I am dreamingWhen you’re confused I know your meaningMy heart is jumping to yoursI h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitewatermark/542304/ A song concerning the dimensions of love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitewatermark/520710/ Failure is tryingWhy try to love what is lostI will remain lostI wander aimlessGraceless and foundationlessSinking out of sightHope surrendered meDarkness is overwhelmingFear is all I seeI linger aloneLove sleeps with other loversBut love is not deadI reach out blindlyMy lost hand is found in yoursL.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitewatermark/510943/ I reach out blindlyMy lost hand is found in yoursLight can pierce my night http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitewatermark/510942/ I linger aloneLove sleeps with other loversBut love is not dead http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitewatermark/510941/ Hope surrendered meDarkness is overwhelmingFear is all I see http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitewatermark/510940/ I wander aimlessGraceless and foundationlessSinking out of sight http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitewatermark/510939/ Failure is tryingWhy try to love what is lostI will remain lost http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitewatermark/510938/ VERY rough first draft http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitewatermark/500334/ I was under the spell the instant I walked into the old theatre. Theroom was small and dark, forcing the watchers to crowd tightly together on theweathered wooden benches, which were barely wide enough to balance precariouslyon. They were stained and aged by the adamant passage of many.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitewatermark/500329/ Light shines the brightest when the world is dark.Love binds the strongest when surrounded by hate.Flowers smell the sweetest when furthest from the park.Heat burns the warmest when touched to the coldest state.The earth that is parched most needs the rain.The greatest of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitewatermark/500327/ The man stares out the windowGlaring.Searching.He comes every day.Same time.Same place.His gaze is piercing.Lusting.What brings him to his watchtower again and again?What is his wandering eye desiring?I will never find outfor his glance turns mine aw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitewatermark/500325/ Breathe.Inhale. Exhale.The rhythm intertwines with the beating of my heart.Slipping.Slowly, softly,Dry eyes shut and consciousness drifts away on the winds of forgetfulness.Do not struggle.Loose your childlike grasp.All is lost.Dream nevermore.I am oblivion and it becom.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitewatermark/500324/ It is well with my soulFor my soul doth swellWith the story that sings such that songs cannot tellFrom whence comes this callFrom whose lips falling fellThese words not heard that I hear in my hellSo sits squandered the pondering of my empty shellThe air so heaven.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitewatermark/500322/ My first poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitewatermark/500321/ Don’t close your eyesLet the Caribbean waves flowThe bluest of ships are but shadows from your glowA sea of stars is just a reflection of your eyes smilingI am dazzled in their brillianceAwestruck in the clearness of their purityI stand in their shallowsPeer.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitewatermark/500320/ I toss and turn on this violent sea of love. My coracle isshaken by the fickle winds of friendship. I swallow this bitter brineunceasingly spraying in my face. My rudder is tied in place and I cannot turnfrom my masochistic goal. I am driven to paddle steadily onward, though I knowon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitewatermark/500318/ I call death’s name but he heeds me notI cry out to death but he sheds no tears for meI scream for death but he turns and fleesDeath calls my name but my ears are filled with yourlaughterI have found comfortDeath cries out to me but my eyes see only your smile.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/whitewatermark/500314/