http://slow.writerscafe.org/Auburn The original writings of author C Mei en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776342300 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Words from a broken heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Auburn/229236/  Three AutumnsHe simmers in a fire, his pupils tautFrom the silver folds of a crystal moonFalling through the violet autumn hazeOf wrinkled leaves and children sleeping soft.With hands grasping the snowy birches' bark,Frail virgins bound by rusty earthen cuffs,He dived int.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Auburn/225595/ InnocenceThe lonesome child in her Chinese dressSpoke to me with a nectar voiceFilled with the nubile scents of life:Vermilion vineyards, proud mountains,Nocturnal flames and ultramarine skies!Recall the lightning's hour, she spoke,When lambs and idle soldiers dancedBeneath the sun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Auburn/218224/ For a dear friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Auburn/213373/ The Golden Valley The clocks struck midnightBut my eyes still gazed afarAt the snowy stars,Lounging high in the evening sky.I grabbed my coat and walkedDown empty moonlit streetsTill I saw a girlPainting seasons with her hands. My balance failedWhen I gazed upon her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Auburn/212173/ For a dear friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Auburn/212166/ Memories of heartache http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Auburn/212163/ Dreams and such http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Auburn/212151/ MidnightWell all the colors as a child I did dream,Be they of blue or quietest golden,Have gone this night to more temperate landsWhere waters are free from my burden.   So the curse it was castAnd the anthems did blastThat the hour of youth I had long outgrown.And as lover.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Auburn/212148/ Swept by the Current  Well the prophet sits in silenceDrawing circles with his hand;Praying for attentionBeneath those bridges standing grand.Like a storm the cars go screechingThrough the ancient numbered days,Where redemption’s low on incomeAnd demands a steady raise.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Auburn/212143/ On Kenya and war http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Auburn/212140/ Impression IIDancers in the neon lightGamblers at their fortune's heightThe stubborn muse, the sailing kiteObscuring both the moon and nightAll fade when heaven high abovestarts falling.The fish they preach in muttered screamsOf chasing phosphorescent dreams,So silence passion .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Auburn/212137/  Waxen Wings No waxen wings can modifyThe quiet hour which we die,Nor can they bring us polished goldOr shield the child from the coldOf winter’s restless sky. But can a man intensifyThat fire burning in his eyeTo taste the lips of heaven highAmong the cl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Auburn/180694/