http://slow.writerscafe.org/Carol825 The original writings of author Carol Blake en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776042590 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Blood and boneWaged his warGrit and sweatTo fight what for Turned to blind truthAt another’s perilWin for nothingBut a nation’s herald What once wasBlood and boneA name and dateEtched in stone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carol825/1411052/ Not sure what to call this - poetry? short story? Basically my thoughts on this foggy still morning. What would you call it? I had 2 photos for this but I'm posting the first one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carol825/1409103/ Eerie and darkWhere nightmares creepGhosts hauntAnd the blind seekAs the fog rolls inA whisper in the wayRustling of the leavesOld tired trees swayThe damp air breathesAs the fog rolls in http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carol825/1409098/ You know you’ve always been a bit different.  But then normal is highly overrated, right?  You’ve been a writer since the beginning of time.  Even before you could write, you were a writer, bursting with stories you’d tell your dolls, stuffed animals, action figures,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carol825/1409094/ Not sure it would classify as an article or an essay, as it is a manifesto. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carol825/1409093/ The blade cuts deep my heartWhere unspoken words reachThings that are left unsaidThe loss the pain the grief Quickly evil words spewWhere words alone can breachTo never have claimed themWould offer some relief http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carol825/1409090/ Deep within the Carpathian MountainsA little known cave in RomaniaHides secret passage to another realmShadowy caverns TransylvaniaConceals a portal between old new worldsWhence Magdalena traveled just twice moreCarrying her seventh the chosen oneThru a once long ago safe passage doorTunnel to Old W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carol825/1409087/ More of a song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carol825/1409037/ Images of days long past flood memories of another lifeMy first visit, yet I have visions of being here beforeWas it from my dreams, a prophecy perhaps of the futureOr was it a long forgotten memory of an earlier meThe fragrant magnolias remind me of a summer hereVoices carried on the wind whisper a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carol825/1409035/ Sometimes I wish you could just wrap your arms around meWrap me up and hold me tightTell me everything is gonna be alrightTell me no matter what I do or sayYou love me anywayThere’s nothing I can ever doTo make you not love meI wish I felt that way about myselfHow do you get to the point of lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carol825/1409033/ Worry not for tomorrowMight it be filled with sorrowIt is a much better wayTo live in each moment this day Future is here soon enoughLiving for Someday sounds roughTomorrow is not promisedI mean, let’s be honest All we have is today - maybe not even thatBut to live each moment as it&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carol825/1409032/ Like toys on the floorI can hide no moreFeelings of angstAnd of brokennessOff into space I stareFilled with heartache and despairNever feeling wholeNever being fixedPieces of me disjointedPulled away, chipped offSeparated from myselfHiding from the worldAnd from myselfAs if I canFear hangs overAs if.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Carol825/1409007/