http://slow.writerscafe.org/lostintime The original writings of author Victor en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776106083 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am among the wild French Horns this eveningPeople are shouting in IraqBut on the coast of England we hear only butterfliesMelting cakesAs a spider would crawl down the valley of hopelessnessAnd drips of the tiresome bronze would fill my basketIt seems I've lost the worl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostintime/1490121/ Her form is as a plain says nothingAnd she doesn't speak or breatheBut when she moves alone I smellThe clearest sound that harmony defiesAmbrosia on her breathFor I have dutifullyComposed in memory that silence which as laughtersAnd sweet brokenness the soundsOf uncoo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostintime/1490120/ That life be but the tragedy of menAnd death her final scene,In which our lonely subject raisesAn ineffectual malediction--In defiance of death--Whose savagely magniloquent loquacityWould seem to challenge fatal fateWith poets' lexical fire,So tragedy be counterfeit enactment,Dupli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostintime/1375062/ As silence sweetly broken,Or hesitation in air,The sacred silver tide,In buried broken songNocturnal, the whisper fair;Redolent on the shoresOf rivers'--or were they islands'?--Divine enticers sentient,Dark delightful lores;Resplendent off the crestOf twin reflective waves,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/lostintime/1373824/