http://slow.writerscafe.org/Middling The original writings of author Middling en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775999061 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Life seems to have ground to normallityGoing on at a sound, steady pace, but i've gone off track once againas i rounded the corner,and found an unfamilliar friendly face.And back to me, all the familliar pain,To me all had seemed so plainand no longer was my heart strainedunt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Middling/637994/ Two hands, one armTogether we workIn the dark among the sands.Wheeling aroundHoping to findSomething profoundAmong the ropes of time.Climbing, climbingNothing ever rhymingThe cling clingOf the rhythm stick. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Middling/592302/ I abandoned them allArchitects and engineersI wanted none of their fearsFor my dear mountain, tall.I wanted a path to walkA fine hill to climb,For it was my own timeTo shine among the flock.Their advice plagued meDon’t do this, don’t do that,No single answer would suffice.So I reneged ag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Middling/579725/ Couplets. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Middling/573511/ I see the train acomingDrum adrum adrumming.Too long I have I walkedOn train tracks and talkedOf dangerous things.Between a rock and,A hard place, I stand,Hoping for a helpful hand.Now the train I must meetFor this terrible machineHas been in my mind forever seated.I had walked in morningsWhere warn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Middling/572875/ From a leafy window I gazeOut to a long field of maize,Which is baker adjacentOn this beautiful summer dayWhere all one can do is procrastinate.But this is not my minds intentionI am remembering those wonderful days,When fond friends walked through the fieldAnd talked of silly childish things,But li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Middling/572384/ I slouch on a windowsill, forlorn,Having left the land I was born.In the distance an old stone mill,And behind old trees and leafy pathsAs if in a trance I see a towering building,Little am I to know in eight years timeI would walk the corridors and call It mine,But my greatest crime, I did not know.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Middling/572379/ A poem that came from another one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Middling/567969/ Something that popped into my head (Quelque chose que m'ai frappé á la tete) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Middling/567951/ An experimental poenm :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Middling/566978/ Sort of a double meaning to the poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Middling/566963/ a poem. Also a haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Middling/559122/ A sonnet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Middling/558326/ A sonnet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Middling/557959/ A poem of winter days. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Middling/557556/ IAs you and I leave beyond the doorsI cannot help but think,Of all those days of yoreIt never had dawned on me until nowHow much I would miss it here,And such a hidden love it was.Good night ,And joy be with you allAs you leave beyond my sight.I left five times beforeBut always returnedNever had I y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Middling/556243/ MinouHow do you doWhat are thinkingWhat is on your mind.Lying in slothEternally sleepyOn a piece of woollen cloth.You lie and sitSit and lie,Only ever movingFor a spontaneous fit.A fluency ofYellow smokeNothing ever spokeA creature so mellow.So often silentAnd not heardExcept for a want. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Middling/554891/ One day,That seemed to last foreverNever to be Repeated again.It seemed so far awayA long off distant day,A lifetime gone bySo quickly and so funOf joy and of strife,Bruised pride and confidence wonThe circle of lifeHas indeed come full circle.Friends so dear and sincereToday at least it all seemed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Middling/554880/ Just a bit of fun... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Middling/552554/ Am I who I was born to beAfter all that was done for meIs it plain for all to seeDo I ask questions And exclaimI’m not talking about me.Do I do tasks with great endeavourAnd live with no meaning foreverDo I think and be so clever,But never really contemplate,Am I damned to this fate?To be what.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Middling/552333/ I should have been a pair of ragged clawsScuttling across the floors of silent seas. I sit pensive,An overwhelming questionOn my mindLooking for an answer to find,A dream to live.What have I to give,Words whispered into the darknessMy test,To do as I am biddenOr to follow the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Middling/549442/ A pig runs through a field,Hoping they yet may yield.But they pursue it.The hunted and the hunter,What plunder they seek, it does not know,Yet he runs to and fro, Sticky fingers seeking him as he goes.He dives and dodgesDesperate, he squeals,Wheeling away through the fieldsRunning from their greed.W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Middling/525447/ Quick Long Hours pass by    A malaise of thoughtsQuiet songs of sighs,A path through a maze to be wrought.Time ticks on by,Thin seconds and small minutes. We’re in it to win it,But what it is, we know not.Three hours more or less,Sixty marks, four or twentyProudly we look at our.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Middling/525286/ To Laugh or cry,To live or to die.A twist or turn.Shall we ever return,To live and to learn.The answer beckonsOf all that we reckonedAnd the closing darkness comesBut the light shines softly in,And forgotten is our sin,Tentatively we open to an imperfect world.One moment of delight,A moment of despa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Middling/524236/