http://slow.writerscafe.org/wittyfay The original writings of author Witty Fay en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775963089 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 An accretion of rhythm andspur,This is what spring daysfathom Themselves to me, drippingof Colors, scents andprickled joy,A story I live in,consensually Making waste of wordblossomsAnd holding on to dreamsI’veGot to remember before mindingThe sippi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wittyfay/1805475/ Rivulets of ache streaminginside meAs I shout at the verypeak of my lungs That I shall never againfeel slightAggression towards otherparts of myself,Like the mind split into accommodatingSurfaces of chess fightsover some urgentQueen slaughtering theinvisible k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wittyfay/1784966/ The screeching of usLike a wounded machineCraving for rust, yetLiving to be dismantled,Slits the night openAnd keeps us at bay.We bleed in turns,Ferociously biting at fleshOf others, never abidingTable manners and cutlery.I am all inviting teeth,Your tongue runs soft.When the sound and thirstCollide.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wittyfay/1765886/ Let's watch history passAnd never become historyOurselves.Rather hold fiction between us,Like a jump rope.Swirl narrative fingers Around strands of famishedImagination, then toss ourLudicrous doubts highInto the roof of the world.Behind these regimes of clocksAnd named calendars liesOur time, u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wittyfay/1641839/ I am an anti-Muse in disguise.To the benevolent eye, I walkgreenish paths,The grass ate the pasture and Ichewed it allThe basil’s fragrance feeding mypores, The decapitated stump treeing mypath,And the ruins of remembering tangledIn my hair, as the skin feels ra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wittyfay/1565618/ I felt happy because I couldn’tfeel unhappy.Your lips curled a vivid grin of lifeBetween the crooked teeth of loss.As I read you, time was running outfor usIn snippets of promised smoke up apole.I triumphed and faltered at everypageAnd wrote me less in more leav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wittyfay/1533010/ As I look into you I feel there is nothinggoodInside me that does not come from there.And then blatant half-truths exult fromyour eyesAnd coil round my waist like ivy to amaiden wall.You pull me too high for the kite I couldnever be,Yarning your precious silk around s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wittyfay/1512264/ Windows without number or endBuild themselves into the house of us.And the days cluster inside To peak through the pleated panes At the grey of the hills.There, I sit on the sycamore branchOf the east wing of the house,Eyes on the many facets of shadesAs they shelter .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wittyfay/1491283/ Is always of a color apartBearing proof of the handsThat built its layers of bark.Small hands, dainty wrists-All of the same two peopleWho buried their faces and sighsNext to the uprooted pulseThat holds their skin deep within The softness of the promised paper.Yes, that generous, tearing onion.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wittyfay/1423203/ Let me feel that love of yoursIn fall colour.You, me, two distant hoursOf the same agnostic clock,Like some painting that neverUnfolds to the greedy eyes,On a daylong whole Of trivial colouringsAnd the smell of the ruins In the taffy glass-Oh, water is never on shortageOf drops here-So I f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wittyfay/1412855/ A length of hair tradedFor the health of a child,Tongue-tied morningsThat breathe of sweaty worryAnd the scent of hopeRising against the flimsy dawn.I hear colour Fabricating foamy trollsUnder caramel bridges,The way it modulates the eyeIn bright shades of bitterness.There lies the promise of a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wittyfay/1384549/ The facticity of the noose,As it slips down the neckOf an exhausted, given world.Such a place keeps meLost in the interior,Velvet frayed on small treesTo soothe the antlers of timeAnd the strictures of the mindThat weaves the silkOf the single-minded pursuit.Among all pillars of faith,I stand imperi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wittyfay/1379776/ Mornings unchippedRibbon askewImperial treeCounting off leaves:Me, you, us, them.Monochrome promises,Floating over the window sill,Into the maiden light.Summer friends,Winter friendsAffectionless between seasonsA glass of Porto Adorning defty wrists,And glittering against Black-currant com.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wittyfay/1374781/ Small ants,Average ants,Taking their time at life,Deprived of any passionsOr ambitions,Silently striding the floorIn pompous show.Cautiously sniffing the caramelOn my skin,Able at fighting their cravingFor sugar,Eluding the imminent crush-Round, inquisitive eyes Raise the veil of the day-What a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wittyfay/1364788/ At the end Of the ardous Monday,Hope lies hiddenAmong other ruins,Chin in a sling,Eyes bathed in mist.Th brunt of the day to comeShall fall upon us, again,Regarding our imperfectionsWith serene eyes.Still, the foliage of the lightHolds no protection Over broken china.What aches the most?My.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wittyfay/1352079/ It sometimes feels this way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wittyfay/1341448/ A poem on feelings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wittyfay/1319307/ While searching for my light http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wittyfay/1313506/ Upon the loss of someone close http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wittyfay/1302504/ A poem on recurring scents http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wittyfay/1285356/ The vicious kindKeep house safeKnitting a shieldOf maliceAround sharp edges.The gentleRevere their throbbing coreTo the devil within.Both vile and domesticatedBreathe their meek oddityAt the feet Of the mighty self.Deliverance lies in transgression. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wittyfay/1276084/