http://slow.writerscafe.org/dianalondon The original writings of author dianalondon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015420 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 How aesthetic captures one's eye, and turns to lust and maybe love that captures ones' heart. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianalondon/1340478/ Whenmemories are gone,Lost intranslation,I once againlost my fascination.But an oldwave of wistfulCrash thewalls of my ruined heart,And that’swhere it always starts.The regret,the remorse,That eatsyou to the core.T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianalondon/1340107/ A dusty attic of forgotten moments, Something impalpable left behind.It twinges your heart to remember, Yet your heart urges to forget.  An old photograph brings it all back,Or a musky scent you whiff on the streetOr a déj&agr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianalondon/1266985/ The smell of flowers is dwelling in the air. The clouds are gone, and there’s sunshine at flare.Remove your coats, take out your shades,Because summer’s beginning, as winter slowly fades. The laughter, the smiles, the never-endin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianalondon/1229203/ With burning passion her loins were yearning;For his red lips, soft kisses giving, For his hands, with tender lust grabbing. Restless savages, forever hungry for an unfulfilled desire.  There comes a point in temptation, When the want ov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianalondon/1220989/ A nightingale, in its golden cage, I looked beyond the window pane.The bucolic view, the peaceful plane.I just wanted to scream, in a rebellious rage.Pass me a mic, give me a stage. The sweet summer air of the forlorn duskThe flowers.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianalondon/1219342/ A sideways glace towards the floor, A tilt of the head, Eyes full of scorn,Self-contempt. A bite of the lip,An excruciatingly slow deep breath, A twist of the ring,Regret.Exhilarating rouge of the cheeks,A pull at a lock of hair,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianalondon/1217403/ Electrified razor blades of furySlash through my veins in boiling rage.Hot tears of frustration stream down my cheeks, A deathly gloom of river Styx. Adrenaline, pumping the drilling beat of my heart.I could kick, I could punch, I could scream.Vile glimmer of loath pierces my ebony pu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianalondon/1216777/ It is about my first love, and how he regretfully managed to break my heart. This poem metaphorically and through allusions describes the emotional journey I went through at that period. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/dianalondon/1216245/