http://slow.writerscafe.org/AnthonyTodd The original writings of author AnthonyTodd en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776115363 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 FIREAnthony T. MitteloMay 14, 2017 Today was a day of fire.Fire is a force.Fire is an untamable force.Fire is an untamable devastating force.Fire spreads.Fire catches.Fire consumes.Fire doesn’t discriminate.Fire burns roads.Fire burns br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnthonyTodd/2028878/ What it now feels like to be disposable in a once valuable relationship. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnthonyTodd/1988632/ Not a poem, or prose. Simply reflections on past experiences, having NOTHING to do with a MUCH different present. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnthonyTodd/1481602/ Expressions on a dreary day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnthonyTodd/1457331/ Sometimes we wish for things that cannot be. We simply have to do with what we have right here and now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnthonyTodd/1366587/ We all need an attitude adjustment at times. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnthonyTodd/1341126/ I miss you.I miss your crystal eyes that see into my soul.I miss the lips that tenderly speak of loving things.I miss that smile that brings the light of God into my world.I miss you.I miss the warmth of your closeness.I miss the hand that so softly molds itself to mine.I miss the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnthonyTodd/1335418/ I Believe2014, Anthony T. Mittelo You were like a little peanut when you first entered this world.That little face quivered and shook as you cried your first cry.I held your tiny frame in my handsAnd I whispered, “I love you” for the very first time.  &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnthonyTodd/1321422/  Worth The Wait We were just kids when we first met �" at least it feels so today.Two kids from opposite ends of the earth, it seemed.Two very different backgrounds; two very unique life stories.But we gravitated to one another like nothing either of us had known... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnthonyTodd/1315470/  Sails She returns to my harbor from the seas of my past.A ship; the finest of the fleet.Her beauty graces the waters, an image to last.Destiny ordained us to meet. Her sails are brilliant, lit up by the sun;Clean and pure as its light.They capture the wind and flow,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnthonyTodd/1315468/ Too Late©2012 She turns the corner, her face comes to viewHer hair is so golden, her curves are so trueHer eyes are like windows that lights up the roomMy mind asks my heart the questions that loom:    Is it too late to walkaway?&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnthonyTodd/1305787/ This Room The furniture’s been moved; no sofa, no chair. The carpet is gone, the floor is laid bare.The lamps have been taken; gone is their light.The sunbeams that were, now give way to the night.  It’s hollow and empty, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnthonyTodd/1305785/ She Is  She is a beauty, a marvel no doubt.  Her smile lightsa room.  Tender lips forma pout.  She moves like avision; her lines mesmerize.  The heart is lostto a gaze in her eyes.    She is a wonder, h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnthonyTodd/1305783/ Hold You ForeverWords by Anthony T. Mittelo ©2012 Baby you’re facing some reallytough timesPathways and directions tochoose up aheadI know some days you justfeel like cryingCome lay your burdens on meinstead You feel all alone, not a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnthonyTodd/1305780/ From the Porch of a Sicilian Cottage Golden beams of warmthshatter the darkAs the sun rises above thehills.The darkness retreats, intohiding it goesAs the sounds of lifepermeate the air.From the porch of a Siciliancottage. The dew lets off a ge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnthonyTodd/1305778/ AdoredAnthony T. Mittelo  © 2012 She is Adored. Adored are her eyes…   Coy glances ofromantic hide and seek   Deep stares of mysticalcommunion   Charming twinklesof genuine joy   Compelli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnthonyTodd/1305774/