http://slow.writerscafe.org/Amy%20Boyer The original writings of author Amy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776332654 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 To walk within the colored orchards in the misting May rain. What a delight. Mud mud slip slop plop. Birds chirp and I listen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amy-Boyer/732305/ What happens during this time of year, no one can recollect. Months of drear. Months of snow bound, tied up inside.Free to roam in the spring, fresh fregrent in the air. A brisk walk in the mist, morning would be best. Oh oh my dear. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amy-Boyer/687397/ ToMy Love,                                                &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amy-Boyer/685215/ Cutting this world off from my physical and mental presence; listening to an internal calling to be alone. Bask in that quiet, free to let my mind play upon a continuum, delaying vicarious jolting. Striving for some semblance of balance; like being bathed in a hot body of water. The rippled reflecti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amy-Boyer/649761/ One beautiful night, as midnight strikes.Here I am in your arms once more.A gift for you just this once, my love I give again.Lustful, delicious, succulent.Entranced by our powerful wet bodies,entangled, penatrating in every possible way. Adore me because you never have befor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amy-Boyer/594552/ From under the leaf, the larva of the moth feeds upon the weeds. His skin fits loosely allowing room for growth. He prepares for the great event of his life, like so many before him. The neap stage with its powerless influence moves on through the days. It is a wonderous process indeed. Molting seve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amy-Boyer/572700/ Do I really need to compare?Am I not better then the rest?Maybe if I'm angry, not loving but demanding.Condemed for being hopeful, my optimisim urks you.My stomach wrenched. My disgust oozes. I wanna punk my memories of you.Maybe I should tap into all the pain that you took with you.I'm .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amy-Boyer/572671/ In connection to the world around us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amy-Boyer/572573/ The heat intense and too hot to near. Quite relentless, you are with little fear.Buzz around the dancing flames, inticed by its warm embrace.You stupid little nothing, the pain that you inflict.I'm just an innocent bystander with blood that's oh so thick.Can you taste it now? Does you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amy-Boyer/572248/   Through the forest we roam searching for life’s great creations.With our findings we breathe in the beauty and greatness of an ever expanding world. Influenced by serenity, our creativity flows unconscious.Minds unraveled, we choose to accept what has been given to us... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amy-Boyer/572091/ How scary it can be, things unknown.We fret and ponder over every scenario.Hurting only ourselves in this torturous process.What will come to be and who can say for sure? Seeking, searching… wondering.Leaving devoted time behind. I wish I could say it is the season o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amy-Boyer/571464/ With a big deep breath and a childlike blow,A wish comes straight from the heart.Oh Dandelion…. Let go! So our cares can be cast into the warm gentle airLike tiny white parachutes floating on nothing but care.The journey will be the ups and the downs, the spins of the winds,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amy-Boyer/571414/ Can you sit quietly at my side?Breathe in the season’s beauty,Clarity in mind, peace in heartNo worries for just one moment Along the rivers bed " Can you be one with me?Without a single word Will you sense my joy and feel my sorrow-We are all connected, you know.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amy-Boyer/571409/ Alone on this ocean with hurt so deep, so very painful.Within the soul a bruise so black, no one could possibly know All that I bear. Like a tidal wave, memories arise in the eye of my mind.So vivid and clear, anger abides.I say to myself, give it some time the wave will soon subsid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amy-Boyer/571403/ Set in a scene so beautiful and serene. A rippled reflection cast of the old tilted dock. Bountyful reeds and cattails line this small crystal lake, awed with curiousity. The sunsets are beautiful here. Not like any other seen before. Brown broken down cabin sits high above, alone. Fire burning belo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Amy-Boyer/571388/