http://slow.writerscafe.org/MrBoffin The original writings of author Mr.Boffin en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003410 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Beneath the Moor     MarkedandMuddy--Our footprints forlorn In eons begotten & Charnel HousesImmemorial-- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/2003817/ p { margin-bottom: 0.25cm; line-height: 120%; }While my heart lay      sanguineon dirt-studdedSnow,(spliced straightthrough with memories of Me&You)She, (my Suncoppery&glossy glowing yonder East),     .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1889057/ the Sun shimmering, setting, slightest pink glimpsespast trees with phosphorus glows, andballasts yawning and workers heavehoing.She sets yonder--ooh my freckled darling--with solar tick-tockingbeasts and worms emerge & clatter:strewn upon streets sempiternal. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1817746/ I.By and by I awake this hackneyed DayInmost self,  Splayed--Into estuaries daily.II.I sit here before Khepri awakes: cuppacoffee mistyspiraling, Pen, hand hovering and thatched out Paper.Empty stare out blotted windows.The day, a thresher, set upon us each morn.This masquerade fife Days weekly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1817335/ slumberous thoroughfarepanning by--the weatherboldndry--the day languorous allforgotten--passing thepawpawdenudeoffruit--    &bluebellsblemishedby    winters barrenlosslessbrew    see thepassage--       a fewsteps--   &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1660463/ A chirrup beneath mywindow syll"Chirrupchirrup."            A Pipit goes. Café au lait plumage quavering in dew and wind.        Splayed on syll sublimehis songs hesings.            My ear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1656820/ Willowsyes:Willows on our path.We see them in Winds hollowbreath. Willows with seagreen waves touchingsarabande upon the shore. Thebayou yonder seething inremembrance; as your sapphire hands,fingers ablaze, gesture seaward. On the Crown a Finch perched in Shadows: gilded bythe Shore. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1553279/ Basilgreen tattered WeedsThatched --They layCluttered --Upon the madding Floor;Cloaked in LaurelWhere -- Once -- SweetbriersFlourished below theJacinth Nests -- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1505775/ The dry spelt err coldlanguidOn freckled cheeks--Skirts ablaze this Winters day --Books openon CasketsMausoleum-black ironcusped,filled with Historyand Fire -- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1482898/ The Magellanic Clouds,virid up above;the light of Streetsthe rubberstamped roomsthe Winding Clock --Shuttering forthHouses expulsed bythe Wind:beating in double Time.Arias bursting,Dissipating --between Ears gushingout. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1472917/ The Hooks: tender and     Daring ,        little Darlings !Sweating droplets of     Viscous -    overthecounter    monastic    musings.Where cenobites rain    in Couplets -&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1440678/ Luscious lemons in your silky hair waving as you saunter down the gilted avenue. From my seat, all buckling unsturdy, your redlovely lips upon pearl face gaze my way. The old women on wooden tables kneading their Orecchiette with daughters all drawn and hasty. Brahmana passing by in tight little gro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1410708/ Hushshush! My friend has shut   the    DoorOn  Possibility!Red bequeathed so ------    Pure!    Bloodscreaming curling ------    Queer ------.            There. thier. &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1408668/ -But I’m leaving; can't I just leave? Something: yes. Always something. Unfurling my jacket, looking back into the kitchen: watching the two lugubrious specimens pecking away at their meals; did I forget anything? The kettle on stove whistling. My Mother lumbers over, her puttering loc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1406210/ Over on -    where the Streets aretarnished with Oil,people burnished withGolden Teeth,    Little Lions in Redand the Old Beaten Cheerleader whowanders lifeless with leatherswathed upon jutting    bone;a Madame says to me,    "Qu'est-ce&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1404057/ Under the Bridge, along the Promenade: wewalked with words trickling through ourwaxy lips. Where the Seafront was all silk.Where the Waxwings, sealed wax tips,lumbered about the Empyrean yonder:splayed upon a Canvasof Sapphire and Azure.Before the Starry Night has come.Before we reached the Shore on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1402688/ As the Pyres flames, out by the Sea,Reached afar;The day-old Paindemain and tea:Came up from the Madames bar.And upon the table, commingling, two Stars,Glazed saffronesque: silent Paramours.Duelling Pearls alight as Czars -And the clanking saucers from the once Amours.Then softly sung, he an Aubade,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1402221/ Standing upon the peristyle,Notes of Citherns billowing,From Masques in Parlors frayed;I saw over the ledge,Skewed -Sallowashen-hued clouds.And when they parted,My hand with life fleetingOnto the ground    Clutching -Departing into the Sea. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1398799/ a Sea:empty&profligate.Hushed limbs moving:travelling sempiternallythrough tumps.Swaying hyacinths -Crisp&crimson as loversdrifting breezes in Summer.Saxifrage billowing in the Wind;Whistling with Angel's Trumpets.coolgyre&damplivelyon the Sargasso Sea. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1398631/ The Flaming Women Crimson atop her breastWalks down the Moutain abaft    The Avenue.The raindrops cease,Metre once        Lively -            (Iambic...)NowLost in footsteps    Sca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1387114/ Under the Sky    with the Moon hung        light Gold            and        Silver.My nature hung     Free -Dancing down the    Av.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1382581/     The Boy sat in his chair and watched the Unicorn shaped Cloud-whom he had named Billy-prance about the Sky, slowly, ashen-grey, and diabolically planning a downpour on the city below. As he watched, he noticed that Billy’s trajectory would soon lead him into another smaller .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1381745/ Incoherent song yourLips formed in A minor;Overflowing with roses,Down the avenue,Where a great Calyx lies,Where the Burglar alone    Stands.        (watching the clepsydra pour        poor pour!)The ravens with tussled .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1381197/ A character in    Poesy am        I.My brethren Bard    Bountiful &The Stars(My Father)        Begot me You    Have.In this land    Parchment brown    .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1380071/ I have died     on the cities         and moors.Avenues great gold    and         Godly.Where the antelope     WalkWith eyes pointed     NortherlyThe seascape far and &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1379667/ The cigar ash clouds the roombut then it hidesand the white rain flows downtit tatting on the window.A day ago when time flowed unilaterallythe dusty door knob turnedAnd you entered.And you entered.And you entered.:    stylistically,     devilishly,     i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1378102/ The sand stained with caramel-colored     globular musings:        Messianic.I, watching the sky, intertwined clouds,    hauteur White Peony        Leave-taking!The Sun waning, my eyes  &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1375820/ In the windThe tree-leaves, hitherandyoning:                               (Falling)GentlyIn the wind...Covered, dressed in Mucor.Passed down from Ada.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1370705/ Atop the roadsluggish jaundicedwhite bodiesmove aroundwhere we enteruncouth and nudea tree alonean angel on aleaf of grasslays yonderwith season renewed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1365699/ A bough lays on the path,Crisscrossed and broken.A tear lost beneath my foot -Where you beneath the apple-treeCried and spoke,A word of warning.Teacups shattered on our kitchen floor,A black cat passed by our roses,Now wilted from summer days left unspoken. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1364888/ The Suns graceethereal;Upon a crowdedroom. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1362273/ On the satin sheetsstretched -clutching;Your cafe noir eyes  damp groves in the wind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1361911/ Your frail profile aWithering petal -Once aChryselephantine -Now my imago:Frail and lost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1361887/ The Sea speckling waves, I -Watched the seafoam stretched Yonder - azure and proud -Upon the sea cliff,Standing tall peering down,Waves crashing upon theSeashore shivering cold.Lost in poesy, alas I -Peered down the airGelid, humming from within aGilted and melodic tune -As thrice I looked backYour .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1360211/ I sang - Moon and the Sky -To your greying eyes -Your smile oxidized -Sharp and swift tinged with Daisies - Ivory and Gold.Transmuted - Protean -Slung under the Waning Moon -When our hands, the same, touched - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1359559/ My Tongue slithers, stately -Roseate quivers, latching ontoYour feathered ears-Words gone: crushed,Adrift in time -The Poet speaks blithely,Vapours inkier than most -Your grasp unfathomedSlinks by,Unknown - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1358847/ Under the Orchard, white, and Satin-silk -Your sleeves whispering, whimpering to Me -Quickly down the Road, walking past yourBroken-glass window -Whooshing, I saw your ankles pass -Into your window, under the quilt, our carbuncle joy,Blurring with Dew, and the Grass:Shaded green, Nymphs pass, tunes,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1356501/ We who have passed - Time -In Automatisms -Chartreuse, and Glistening -May passesTrickling theDays - Heading - Towards the Horizon -New, and worn Cataracts -Blinded by Dusks scent Swiveling -Upanishads we - StudiedStudiously and Serene -Laboring from the - Berm -Watching. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1356036/ In my Summer, growing Life from Seed, toFlower, to Dusk:In Spring.The land it sees, aCycle in the Breeze. ACrescent Moon, diggingTo the forefront ofThe Sky.A fickle Spring,Where my flowersCold, and moribund:Wither in the wind.The Knight of Cups, onHis stead, toThe Land, andThe Corpses, of Our once a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1355635/ Lionize - I am -Helios - ChargingThrough the Sky.My gilted aureoleVenerated fromBelow.Fire andSteeds -Passing Oceanus -Eos approaches;Sketched upon,Attic vases.Extol - My -Infinitude;My Foy,Fini. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1354267/ What is gained -From the Lone Cypress -The seedless morning, Looks afore;Placed upon,Dawns growing Horripilation.I looked uponThe Arils -Seeking lotuses,and splendidSupple lingering Moments:To the endsEnd I touted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1354042/ The light galloping pastLeaving dusk in its wake.The gilted horizon Spreads --Its mikado-yellow wingsPast the white-smoke Clouds --We sat in the spring air.We sat splayed uponThe old oak worn benchThe red Chrysanthemum --I placed upon your breastWithers in the windUpon your smokey,White skin.The sil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1353176/ Below a TreeA World inhabits:Extemporaneously.Atop of Penglai:Eternal life awaits.The Divine EyeLingering,Arhats watchingOur horizontal  cosmosOccurring infinitely.Below the TreeThe blind VagrantMeditating --Lost in reverie,His Daffodil slightly fading.Watching PlotinusHis soulFloating to nethe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1353154/ Purpureus beauty underSagittarius --The Arrow under the Waxing Moon --Striking a chordFrom aeons ago.Echoing TannhauserThrough trickling rainDrops.Up the clerestory Window I watchPurpureus beautyGoing to the heavensAbove. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1349423/ Man in Stil de grain coat,With the goldenrod socksTurns the corner, roundabout.Past the avenue with theWhite-faced Siren.She whistled below the Crescent Moon, a silken tuneOf Gibraltar Campions.And it lingered softly,As she said adieu.So following swiftly,Down the Rue Poutrel.The Winged Maiden turns.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1348911/ The sea Ceaselessly --Wondering upon the Shore.Hither and thitherThe tidewater,Flowing, ebbingFor you and I.Through mirk, andCopse --Through the gilted,Rays and beams.Accoutrement,and my Scry --To see the eye, andThe Bees passing by. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1346617/ The fesse upon his shieldashen-grey from dusteyes seacold lookingupon the realm.crimson crystallized,all upon hisEscutcheon --Perched upon a hilla mound,peeping soundshe waits and peersafore the springand past the grottoAstound --His face nowwind worn, blisteredfrom the Sunne.salt and peppersplayed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1345752/ who sees the Lilies?     Herbaceous Liliumspainted with carewith aureolinon the slough,with Mangroves abovehovering in the wind.who sees the Mangroves?     Rhizophorastretched apple greenupon a sea and splash ofspeckled aquamarine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1345296/ a sea of sandatop the mounda murmurationpeacefully crooning.sounds of morning,quickly spreadingthrough the dampishcluttered air.walking swiftlydown the littoralI spot the Starlingsdawdling along.I watch the seaSwelling --Natures palindromecircling all around.walking past theForeshore --treading, swi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1345058/ down the roadstretched out below the Skytrickling down, my feet wondering withthe puling sky;lost in my reverie.a princess down the road sparkles, asshe cries --    (little lass left aside.)wondering past shifting gazeswe cant see the slow decayof our hollow....a prescient sea of lies.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MrBoffin/1344574/