http://slow.writerscafe.org/scottschear The original writings of author abluehorseandflowers en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776049721 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 One Cleveland Junior High SchoolHunger gnaws at the soulDistracts from what is nowWhen all thought is when do I eatWhat she wanted last nightTwo plus two equals foodMom minus money leaves painGoing to school waiting for lunchHer only meal of the dayAngry and scared her teachers she hatesWhat do they.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1346321/ Against the WallLinedup against the wallWhenthe revolution cameFewknew when it beganScatteredsmall patches of fogGrowinguntil the horizon obscuredWasnowhere to be foundSoquietly it came onlikedusk settling upon eyes closedWe'vebeen bought and soldIntattere.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1346114/ The Hands Pt. 3Awakeningat the ascent I'd earlier deniedTheDivine is funny that wayBarelyable to move such were the hurtsPresentednow with another choiceToclimb or be carried awayRollingover to look up at the skyEnvelopedby the sound of the torrent Becomin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1346113/ Overland ParkMore stabbings and shootings and deathHow much the language of war and hateFor 13 years makes this the resultThat violence is the solution universalThough no armies are raising breastworksVerbal volleys from entrenched positionsKill as surely as any lead ballBut not as a sacrifice upon .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1343175/ As Sad as a Soul Could Be http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1342730/ The HandsOn the strength of who I thought I’m notAnd the weakness of who I think I amI approached the climb rocky and steepThough the day is bright and refreshedThe trail ascends to the cloudsIt’s a track laid by other feetSome of whom left sign postsFor those who come behindBut most jus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1341901/ The First StepA fog lying low close to thegroundDraping like Christmas cottonFrom trees too tall to becoveredDrifting down through mountaingapsSilently patiently cool and greyUrging nothing else alongAwaiting the damp misty blanketFeeling cool mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1340641/ All of my poetry for the last two months have been around a recent psychically devastating event. It's become time to move on. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1339541/ TheSound RapturesOh the sound capturesLike a thousand rapturesWhere do we enter zen pleaseFilled with that sound and on our kneesAt a creek that's burst its banksWhen she flows in rivers ranksWhen your creek is dangerousAnd the riparian calls to usTo be bigger.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1339407/ A Villanelle http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1338507/ The CycleDiscontentLife’s goodHave ambitionsWhat’s wrong?DiscontentI suffermy desiresI feel lostJustificationHow doI giveInto the urge?JustificationI wantI needI mustRemorseJust oneJust twoToo manyRemorseNot againPoor meWhere’s a rope?DesperationNot deadFailed againWhat now?Despera.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1338326/ A Sonnet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1337981/ A Triolet http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1337815/ A Villanelle. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1337505/ A Villanelle. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1337293/ Access DeniedThe intimacy that I would avoid,which my best words do not reveal,keeps my practiced defenses deployed.There once was affection that I enjoyed,then I masked my face to concealthe intimacy that I would avoid.Relationships that have all been destroyed,when subject to bitter ordealkeeps my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1337027/ In a Harsh WorldIn a harsh worldThe message is terribly clearIt’s to capital that we’re boundIn a harsh worldWe are target markets onlyBy the penny and by the poundIn a harsh worldThere are children going hungryWith crops aplenty in the groundIn a harsh worldWhat seems to have been forgo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1336875/ A Triolet. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1336508/ An ode to a talent in a form not typically used this way. But since pain, which is typical to sestina, is a central element I thought I'd give it a go. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1336062/ a social commentary experiment in cinquain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1335858/ Inspired by Dylan Thomas http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1335614/ A Poet's FearThecrickets chirp apoet'slamentMinor chords of rejectionMy room is light but I can't seeThrough the darkness of my tormentReaching out to bear my heartWantingonly to create beautyMyobjecttakes a sidelong glanceAnd then always turns to de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1335433/ Typically in my poems feminine pronouns indicates the spiritual connection, in this case too the feminine refers to my estranged daughter. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1335246/ A ballade is 3 stanzas followed by an envoy (direct address to the reader) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1335236/ Third of three titled "A Day" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1335121/ Second of three titled "A Day" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1335118/ The first of three Titled "A Day" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1335117/ Inspired by Frontier at Writer's Cafe and Bob Dylan. Not for comparison purposes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1335073/ My experience with PTSD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1334728/ Unmoored is my first truly allegorical poem: tragedy, lost sense of self, surrender to the Divine, redemption. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1334661/ Inspired by Eckhart von Hockheim http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1334523/ Inspired by the writings of Ramana Maharshi, Paul Brunton and Robert Adams. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1334291/ The precursor to Unmoored, a stab at allegory, but still first person. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1334242/ The last in the "I Am..." series http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1334043/ 5 of 6 poems http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1333561/ Number four of five at abluehorseandflowers.com http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1333033/ The third of five http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1332837/ The second poem of five. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1332542/ The Only SoundI'm back down at the river's sideIt's ever my companionThe trees and grass and the nettles tooIt's here that I abideThe only sound the water's voiceThe carefree ups and downsHere my torment is sung awayAnd seems against my choiceBless the rocks like vocal chordsThat create a harmonyTha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1331982/ The first poem of five in an exploration of my relationship to the Absolute. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/scottschear/1331900/