http://slow.writerscafe.org/33whitby4654 The original writings of author Keith. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776037549 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The winds upon our faceAs we run towards the sun,Our laughter trails behindLike a singing ribbon blownOn the green and dancing sea,While the distant liquid soundOf a skylark left the groundOn his journeyTo the heavensWhere his song was meant to be,And we sent our soulsTo greet himFrom the green and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/33whitby4654/1383865/ The house contains Hidden mirrored darknessAnd velvet vagueEchoes within echoes, wantingDesperatelyTo be remembered.Eyes within eyesI can see,Over my shoulderSepia tinted yesterdaysOf magnolia memories,Scented sensationsAnd realisationsOf far awayAnd long agoAnd faces thatI seem to know.Somewhere i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/33whitby4654/1383158/ Through my mirror,Burnished copper dragonfliesWith ruby laser eyesThat talk to meIn binaryThat registersBut fleetingly,Their colours meltUpon the floorLike sealing waxFrom Salvador,And soon my worldHas changed its skinAnd gone To my recycle bin,A victimOf technology,Its songWas never meantTo be... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/33whitby4654/1383155/ It is Summer, and yet Winter’s chill still remainsA cloak of deep darkness is wrapped round my heartAnd sometimes in my moments, my spirit complainsAbout why things have changed from how they were at the start,I so much feel the love that I have since we metAnd I have much to be thankful for a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/33whitby4654/1379790/ Where are we going, and where have we beenThrough some past perpendicular surreal scene,Or some place where the heavens are scattered in grey?It seems so much has changed since we have been away.Why are our flowers all coloured just whiteOptical illusion, or a trick of the light?And why are our clou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/33whitby4654/1379492/ In between glances the contact is suchAs a soul to a soul or a fingertip touch,Like eyes in the moonlight that tremble the skiesOr a dream that stops breathing, yet still never dies,For love is alive in the days that we liveAnd it makes such a difference to what we can giveThe most natural thing, li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/33whitby4654/1379384/ Come back to me once againOn the merest glimpse of evening’s aspirationsWhen the darkness carries all of my sublimely painted essences of you,And untangle me once moreFrom life’s moonlit path of silver complicationsLeaving midnight’s brush to paint the night’s complexionAs ea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/33whitby4654/1379004/ The sky was navy blue brocadeEntangled in cloud strands of greyAnd once there bloomed the flowers of dawnThat gave their fragrance to each day,While down the avenues and lanesNo noise of life, no people soundJust rusted cars and broken glassAnd old newspapers blown around.And in the bay no ships at .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/33whitby4654/1377937/ When the day turns to gold and the clouds creep awayAnd the things that I feel, I have no need to say,When the sea and the sky join together as oneBefore every last moment of twilight has gone,When.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/33whitby4654/1376377/ Hush hung from the morning’s timeA sleepy half awakened rhymeComposing ever onward linesOf oh so intricate designs,Those whisper wafted perfumed thingsThe dawning day so often bringsAdrift upon awakening airSilk stencilled dreams that they both share.Wishes turned within their heartsOf newborn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/33whitby4654/1376371/ My paint has dried upon the moonBut I will paint another soon,Maybe on a star filled nightTo fill the sky with silver light,Or maybe on a tumbling streamThat dances to a rising dream,Or even on the shimmering seaWhere you can model it for me.A masterpiece of all I knowO.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/33whitby4654/1376368/ When I watch the river flow, I feel a shiver through my soula sensation that I get when I feel so completely whole,when I listen to the ocean, or a bird sing in a treeI feel life’s natural reflection coming ever close to me,when trees talk in the forests, there’s so much they want to say.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/33whitby4654/1376367/ In the church are whispers high, so sweet that they defy beliefThey wave their branches to the sky, bared warnings to the Autumn thiefAnd down below in cloistered shade, the hymns of evening bare their soulsRegretfully the echoes fade, as down the aisles their darkness rolls,And rainbow glass turned.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/33whitby4654/1376365/ Snow white ghosts in sapphire skiesRegard the world with ruby eyesThat filter luminescent PrayersOf long forgotten living years,Somewhere up there, a rainbow diesAs down below, a mother criesFor only mothers feel the painThat cuts them with its crystal rain.Antique Angels wreathed in goldAre often b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/33whitby4654/1375112/ He will walk along beside you on the golden sanded bayAnd he’ll greet you every morning with the tender breeze of day,He will calm the fears within you and caress your very heartAnd he’ll kiss you on the forehead as the dreams of evening start.He is painted many colours on the tapestries.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/33whitby4654/1375111/ A gentle cough, a quiet word, a morning breeze, a waking bird,Into her box her letters fall, soft flip flop slippers down a hall,A radio plays yesterdays, and on the wall a clock face saysThat sometimes time talks much too loud, like ego’s clashing in a crowd,Her percolator’s gurgling rh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/33whitby4654/1374805/ In between glances the contact is suchAs a soul to a soul or a fingertip touch,Like eyes in the moonlight that tremble the skiesOr a dream that stops breathing, yet still never dies,For love is alive in the days that we liveAnd it makes such a difference to what we can giveThe most natural thing, li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/33whitby4654/1374803/ Help me to climb up the staircase to see you once moreJust a glimpse of your face through your half open door,Just a glance from your ageless subliminal eyesBefore the last vestige of evening dies,And th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/33whitby4654/1374801/ Eyelids closing slowly Saying goodbye to the day, Senses sailing quietly And gently far away, Through the realms of evening Swim the shadows of the light, Threa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/33whitby4654/1374798/ The waves of time wash over me, a tireless unrelenting seaAnointing like a sun kissed prism, an oceanic catechismSometimes baptismal, sometimes deep, so much of life I need to keepSo much of prose so much of verse, a sort of deep poetic nurseThat lifts my heart and feeds my soul, a panacea that keep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/33whitby4654/1374797/ The pages lie open, the writing seems doneThe ink of life dries in the heat of the sun,On the shores of remembrance  the whispers are whiteWashing over dark pebbles that shine in the light,And still writings remain on the glistening beachSome are washed out to sea and yet some stay in reach,To .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/33whitby4654/1374759/ the philosophy of love... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/33whitby4654/1374756/ A poem of tribute to women... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/33whitby4654/1374755/