http://slow.writerscafe.org/Janerogers The original writings of author Jane Winters Rogers en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776046052 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15                The Last DanceThere's a misty valley that beckons meAre you waiting in the valley I hear myself Cry, I run into the mist calling your nameslience is my only reply...A low  moan hangs in the stag net Air  caugh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Janerogers/1699950/ Fantasies, of a lost loveWith eyes closed now I seeYour face before me, please Wait for me I cry, as you turnAnd pause in mid air, I am Surprised..you cannot walkInto the sky, can you?A multi colored orb is coming,casting uneven colors through shadowy willow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Janerogers/1684986/ Old Man RunningWhen I look into your hooded eyes I  see thePain brought on by years of distress, chased by Your own demons, you can find nowhere to rest.You have passed up much more of life's beautyThan you hoped to catch.Now your friends have given up on you and your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Janerogers/1684981/ Time  unaware  of passing time I Wait , I see you walk over abridge, I watch As your blue eyes shine and youCall my name....Marie! Marie!.A lovely man with long black hair, walkingTo me with your arms open wide I heard you call my name..againUr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Janerogers/1684973/ Sent from my iPadBegin forwarded message:From: Jane Rogers Date: December 8, 2015 at 1:28:52 PM ESTTo: "janerogers8068@gmail.com" Subject: Feeling lost, I am missing youFeeling lost, I am missing you My sad heart has turned inside out a Longing need ,unfulfilled, is hurting.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Janerogers/1684178/ The  Spirit of Christmas is Gods Great Love Cold and shivering little nose turning red, she held Dads' hand as he led the way across  snowyFields to the cluster of small fir trees...they wouldchoose their Christmas Tree from these.. With an axe Dad brought, t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Janerogers/1684149/ Goodbye Judy Time stopped the moment I heardThe words " she's gone.The room I stood in, I felt grewDarker when her breath stopped.I leaned over and held her in my armsI had been close by her side, when She passed.I watched as the color quickly leftHer face and lips... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Janerogers/1506392/ The Jezebel I have met a dark prince at night he'sOn the prowl,, you can bar your doorsAnd windows but he'll get you any howFor he get's inside your mind Casting his oh so tempting spellUsing charm and wit that at firstSeem to do no harm. Yet soon You too have caught .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Janerogers/1505959/ "The Stone Cold Embrace"Oh,There's nothing to doBut continue "walking"Through this lonely" haze"A gun salute ringsloud and long, a lone, Bugler blows his trumpetAnd slowly plays "taps"The flag is now foldedIt rests on his MothersLapHeels click, arms bendTo give him a far.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Janerogers/1505533/ Night thoughts The years have taken their toll we who love you have now grown old...., shedding tears,... remembering when you walked away, (standing straight and tall ), up those airplane steps, ....amid the emptiness we felt.....Forever young we see you now , you never age.. you stay just.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Janerogers/1505523/ Flagstone PathA far off slamming of a screen door, now a creaking of a gate.....foot falls on a flagstone path, make his presence heard, although I cannot yet see his face, the air carries a scent of his cologne.This scent I find arousing, as I walk to greet him where he has stopped abruptly and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Janerogers/1505519/ The dark eyesThey stare intently from the pic I find it so hard to lookAway, like a butterfly in a field of wild flowersI am free falling Deeper and deeper Your eyes are intense I burn, I ache, I cry, I feel I am captured,completely helpless under your gaze, I want to reach .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Janerogers/1505511/ Sharing Christmas greetings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Janerogers/1442881/