http://slow.writerscafe.org/sudeani The original writings of author Sue en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776172973 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Two women meet regularly at a café in town and this is one such meeting... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1537837/ Part fantasy and part inspired by someone I used to know.... :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1247754/ I wrote this after watching a friend of mine and her love of the sea which I share..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1229575/ Another poem I wrote when quite young so once more a little immature in the writing, but I tried to say how I felt as best I could at the time.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1225528/ The emotions I felt at seeing a rubbish filled countryside.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1225526/ The Ecstasy and the Agony...another touch of Shakespeare methinks :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1225524/ I was struck by how a photograph remains timeless even though it only takes a moment to capture an image..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1225523/ I wrote this at aged 16 so the writing is a little immature, but the feelings were still heart-felt.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1225521/ Being an 'outsider' leads to frustration sometimes when not feeling understood.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1225515/ Looked at my shadow and thought of this poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1225514/ Was inspired by looking at the full moon which turns blue tonight..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1225513/ I wrote this as a slightly tongue in the cheek tribute to the Mike Hammer mysteries and Forties Noir Films.... Edited version - now in first person as suggested by a review. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1225045/ This was a finalist in a short story competition using the Millennium as a subject and I wrote about a lady with a very special birthday.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1225044/ A young woman searching for someone from her past... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1225040/ This was written just after my much loved Auntie Mary died two and a half years ago and I have tried to sum up her life in prose.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1224138/ My comment on the phenomenon of Elvis spotting..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223611/ Unrequited young love..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223606/ I wrote this when the Spice Girls were at their height. I wasn't particularly a fan so this was a comment on the fad of 'Girl Power.'... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223605/ I wrote this for those who struggle with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223603/ I wrote this when they were small boys, they are now both over 6 ft and young men! :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223569/ I think we all have one of these where we can go, have time to think and not be disturbed by the hurly burly of our lives.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223568/ Although Pinochet is long gone, the mothers, wifes and sisters are still looking for those who were 'disappeared' by his government. Another poem inspired by Sting's music.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223567/ I dedicate this one to all those who struggle with being themselves and who long to drop that 'mask' that has imprisoned them.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223564/ I wrote this for both myself and all those who have battled or are still battling with issues around food..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223562/ I wrote this when I was struggling with my own image and those of women in the media... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223560/ Sitting in quiet contemplation on a Sunday in a church (not my own) and watching the sun stream through the window in front of me.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223558/ For all insomniacs and fitful sleepers everywhere.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223555/ Sometimes I think if only people would just open their eyes and LOOK!.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223550/ I was rather political in the 80's...... :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223547/ Bit of a love letter to Southsea where I live.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223532/ Was contemplating a rainbow here and this came out of the cascading thoughts that followed.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223522/ Letting my mind run away with itself.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223520/ I was a massive Cliff Richard fan for a while but still felt able to poke a bit of fun at his more obsessive fans.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223519/ The sad realisation that love is over.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223517/ Another poem inspired by Sting but rather relevant at the time.... :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223514/ I wrote this as a young adult after losing out in love, which is why it's a bit over dramatic :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223513/ This was part of my longing for a better life where I would be happier and like myself more. I have found that life over the past couple of years and am content.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223508/ My dreams are often really colourful and full of confusing images but mostly they tend to run in storylines, so my sleep time can be fun... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223507/ As I didn't have many friends I had a rich imaginary life as a child, something I have held onto as an adult and don't want to lose.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223505/ This is a little bitter but then so is the subject.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223504/ I wrote this when I finally bought my own place after years of renting.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223500/ I lost my grandma in 1987 but I still find myself dreaming about her sometimes and miss her all over again.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223492/ I was listening to a Phil Collins song about the homeless and this came out of it what I felt.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223489/ Being a teenager was a confusing time for me particularly as I was bullied a lot for being 'different'.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223486/ Sting's music inspired this...it is also published in a Forward Press Southern Anthology 2008.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223476/ I am more used to it now but at one time I didn't like being on my own... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223475/ I wrote this whilst Princess Diana was still alive; it became even more poignant when she died... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223474/ I was sitting in a church observing a candle burning and I thought of this... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223473/ It was a week when all the world seemed in chaos and I needed an outlet to what I felt... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223472/ There is a small park near where I live and every year I know winter is over when the daffodils start to surface... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sudeani/1223470/