http://slow.writerscafe.org/tdb6688 The original writings of author Trevor Bergshoeff en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011506 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A poem written for my step father before he died. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tdb6688/1678938/ Death comes,  and life goes, they say,  It's just a part of life,  these things happen   it's just natural... it's natural for people to die they say. . .But I ask you,  How is it natural for a manwith a mind as quick as a fox to forget his name? How is it natur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tdb6688/1384741/ A little story about a kid wanting to grow up to be a solider like his dad... little does he know what war can be like. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tdb6688/1354573/ The indescribable moment when someone truly understands you. Doesn't just GET you. But understands. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tdb6688/1352247/ then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.' - Van Gough http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tdb6688/1330531/ Sometimes it would be so much easier to forget... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tdb6688/1312980/ I love winter. It's my favorite season.... so I wrote about it. With a slight twist... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tdb6688/1312977/ We all go through it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tdb6688/1312371/ Waking up buried alive... probably my worst nightmare http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tdb6688/1312369/ A bit of rambling. It makes sense to me, but, then again, I wrote it. It's about poetry, and words, and what they mean, and what they can mean, and how poetry is written... or can be written. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tdb6688/1312363/ A creative interpretation of our world, the gospel, and my Savior. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tdb6688/1312358/ Sometimes life just gets really busy and all you want to do is go away and forget about it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tdb6688/1312352/ Sometimes life gets you down.... but I have a Savior who loves me enough to go down where I go and pull me out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tdb6688/1312349/ A simple love poem. Nothing sleazy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tdb6688/1312345/ CriticalAppendixType: Poem. Technique:Metafiction. Theme: Dream.            It can be posited that language isthe very basis upon which reality is constructed. Though some debate the order,language influences thought; it&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tdb6688/1312341/ Also done as an assignment. See Creation: critical appendix for further explanation of the poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tdb6688/1312336/ Originally done for an assignment, it's an anti-elegy describing the loss of a childhood. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tdb6688/1312332/ I feel like I’m on theedge of death, Gripping its ledge Contemplating the endLooking down,                               .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tdb6688/1312328/ There’s this strangefeelingLike an ebb and flowThat takes me by thehandIn its cold steely gripAnd tosses me to andfro, like a rag doll, but,There’s a certain lifelike quality.A gesture of the hand, a movement of the body,Strangely human,But a faceA face that neverchanges,F.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tdb6688/1312323/