http://slow.writerscafe.org/LauraAshley The original writings of author Little Whisper en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775973770 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I walked into a gift shop that for years I've walked into.It was different today...Instead of nick-nacks and this and thatsIt was filled with paintings...A very nice gentleman approached me with a knowing smile and said,"I know you were expecting to walk into the old gift shop."As I looked arou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/2824864/ Do we hold on to the pastthrough the shoes we keep?I've walked so far in These shoes...Traveled many miles Down a treacherous roadDragging my broken soul.Hobbling back...Always back to that place Deep in the thick of the treesWhere the book with No endwas found.No cobbler&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/2774788/ I kicked myself out the door to take in the sun on this beautiful day. I made sure to keep my six feet away from each and every passerby with a hello wave. I made my way to the field behind the YMCA just in time to watch the train pass by. Soaking up the sun, enjoying the safe space away from the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/2464969/ I thought it was a rain drop I felt fall upon my headI looked to the sky andSaw God's eyes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/2464966/ I peek into my pastIt gently taps me on the shoulderDeafening voices whispering cross my mind,,,They no longer cripple me...I flick them away as you doto mosquitoes ready to suckyour life away....My failures now are mine to claimAll mine,,,As are my rewardsEach day begins with the sunset.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/2029720/ It's so hard ...I'm in this in-between placeMy dreams are loud as realityMy words muteImages swarming through my mindSearching one end to the other for out...I know whatever I saySomeone else has said beforeFelt before...Is feeling nowThis knowledge keeps me grounded...Less alone.This moment does no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/2027269/ It's my Dad's birthdayIt's my Dad"s 80th birthday.Please forgive me while I take a moment to ...take a moment.How do I explain what my minds memory sees...A young man in uniform arriving home from work on a Texas sunny day greeted with a birthday cake  for two... From kindergarten to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/1996735/ A night of last nights dreams and this evenings memories of today...They are one and the same,... This morningI''m still following You... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/1996151/ Yesterday  I was growing up.Today  I am growing older.Tomorrow I pray   I continue.,, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/1422260/ To be at peaceI amTo be afraidI amTo be aloneI amTo be lostI amTo find my wayI will. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/1369351/ The farther I am distancedFrom my own youth...The closer I wish to be to those days ofMagical wondermentSeen through pixie dust filledFresh eyes.Even moreI appreciate precious youngstersAs I Watch them with fondnessAnd remember when... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/1358645/ On nights like thisI am so very thankful for Your poems that get me through my Awakefullness...You...Your words give song to my heartTear drops of cleansing to my soulMemories of sweet connection to all who are now And then.Friendly reminders that I am not alone.Just a little thank yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/1348387/ Are you sleeping...Churning the concrete into a hazey dream...A passing thoughtThe slight stirring of A luke warm, swirley clouded cupof weak coffee?These walls  Dew drenched drops of solidity...cling quivering.Double edged constant rays piercingthe petrified flame.These wallsAwa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/1346112/ Her voice haunts me.Like a parched leech she clings to my very soulRefusing to forget or release.I remember her image in the passenger-side mirror peering modestly back at me...whispering"Don't look away ....  I know you see the beauty in me     the beauty beyond."To this da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/1323969/ I tried... I promise I did.My promises seem to break no matterhow closely I clutch them to me.Is it Murphy's LawIs it Fate .... Destiny..It must be Destiny!That's what They say.Who are They?How do Theyknow my destiny...Who are They to tell me my dreamsare not true...Who are They to tell meI'm dreami.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/1279171/ Innocent of DarkSeptember 17, 2010 at 3:30amPublicFriendsOnly MeCustomClose FriendsWest Anchorage High SchoolSee all lists...FamilyNewark, Delaware AreaWest High Alaska & Christiana HSAcquaintancesGo BackDo they know as they grazeEmerald's sweet meadowAs innocent eyed calves sucklePearly filled .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/1272035/ I fear what I will suffer in my dreams...I avoid sleep until sleep sucks me in.I yearn for the joy of Mount Hope.Plunging with the startled birds that took flight at my accidental disturbance as I raced down Her perfect mountain side.If only my dreams could take me back to that Hope... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/1236848/ I've been away.I'm still therein Away...I don't know when I'll be back,I'm not quit sure how to get back.I'm feeling my way through the darkstumbling......so clumsytrembling hands searching for Out.I'm following the Moon's smile.The sound of loving voices guide meas they pray they won't watch me fal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/1208587/ Merlot is sipping me tonightIt does no good when it's this way around.Disney dreams stop by briefly to say helloMy head drops in griefIt's time to let them go.Hope...I still believe in hopeI still believe inBelieve.That mountain high Just the memory of thatMountain high...As I write thisThe fox.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/1171262/ Bukowski lies disgruntled tucked within Kerouac... untouched on this lonesome goodnight.Two separate voices lying next to me in my bed.Outside night sounds sing night time lull-a-byes. Ohhhh Youwho left Them by my side!I will leave your pillows untouched but j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/1167390/ Today is Her birthday.She's so afraid she wont make itto Monday.She feels they don't care about herIn their eyes she's unworthyNot enough to find the truth ofher disintegration.To each of them she pleadsshe explainsNow in fear she screams.Their words are the sameSent on her wayShe's to blame...all i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/1157058/ I think skunks are so cute... I was in my yard and there he was to high heaven. Just had to jot it down. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/1150456/ I'm confusedThis is an insatiable placeKeep your chin upGrin and bear it...Bare it til you breakAhhh...At times I welcome the breakButYou are not welcomed by the break til youAre broken...Even broken needs a passwordA pill won't do the trickThe clock is the final tick. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/1148756/ In two months I don't know where I'll be.I see you and you and you Thankfully finding your peace. What is so wrong with me that I cannotfind my way?I am lostso lost...I have no time to be foundTime ended before I couldfigure it out.If I had looked close enough I would haverealized that tim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/1137520/ I was a hippy... or hippie unbeknownst to me...Apparently I still am... I just don't see.Time and circumstance has blind-sided thattiny, little piece of me...It is time...Before it's too lateBefore I'm no longer ableI gotta get the hippie... or hippy meback...Gotta take Hippie 101Do they say&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/1131632/ My fingers bleed the tears my eyes hideMy grown Little Girl is sick'so sick...I went to her sideI offered my helpShe walked so painfully slowly and said"I can do it, you can go".I want to take care of herShe wants to be strongYet her feet are draggingHer eyes are heavy so sleepy...She hurtsDoctors d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/1099904/ Charlotte Baron, age 6Daniel Barden, age 7Rachel Davino, age 29Olivia Engel, age 6Josephine Gay, age 7Ana Marquez-Greene, age 6Dylan Hockley, age 6Dawn Hochsprung, age 47Madeleine Hsu, age 6Catherine Hubbard, age 6Chase Kowalski, age 7Jesse Lewis, age 6James Mattioli, age 6Grace McDonnell, age 7Anne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/1089562/ I have memories I try not to remember out-loudsome things are best kept in a buried place... That place that if no one else seesmaybe my memory will turn a blind-eyeYet, what the mind's-eye does not seestill can be heard tormenting my soul no matter how hard I try to d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/1081986/ I am but a minute gnat in this wordly world of poetic magic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/1080358/ My LoveCome rest your weary headupon my hearten breastTenderly I'll caress the pains ofyour worrisome day awayI'll sing to you a lullabyto soothe away your fearA  song of joy everlasting  I'll whisper in your earAs you fall into sweet slumberge.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/1075520/ Messages are flurrying cross theclear night sky...Stars are owl screeching  desperately reachingfor deaf eyes!Are they souls' voices shootingthrough the airAre you seeing thereWhat I see here?At first, then second,then third night sightI spent wishes withm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/1070644/ It's there...I'm giddy with it...I don't see itIt's not introducing itselfOhhhh but it's thereClear as day... I feel a change in the airLike the words of a new song smilingAnd there is hope...Oh yesWithout a doubt...There is new hope. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LauraAshley/1066347/