http://slow.writerscafe.org/davempitman The original writings of author Dave M. Pitman en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031742 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 He sits, face emotionless, without speaking. The only noticeable movement, aside from his right hand and arm as he glides the computer mouse around the desk, is the nervous bounce of his foot. I pretend to look around, hoping he'll look my way, so I can say hello and start a conversat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davempitman/582940/ Its been a hot summer. XD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davempitman/582481/ A ruby shines between the leavesdang'ling high above his headthe boy stands tall and stretchesstill the gem escapes his handsSo he pleads his gut to lift himand jumps and leaps and bounces"oh to have a birdie's wings,so I could eat that pretty thing!"the trunk is wide but branche.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davempitman/580203/ The crickets howl on a Summer nightI close my eyes to listen as I collect my thoughtsincoherent moans, evaporatingyet leading to the next naturallyMy pen strokes join the symphony of cricketsflowery words with much to say about littleand soon my eye lids grow wearyI struggle to finis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davempitman/579921/ A gentle breeze flowsIt kisses my face softlyReminds me of you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davempitman/577173/ Wrote this for a contest submission. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davempitman/576691/ Nearing death, yet but a seasonAge wise arms stretched out towards the ceilingPlanted firmly in it's traditionA giant flower, a protective charmLaid still by Winter's scorn http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davempitman/576658/ And then it was lostmaybe not foreverand not at all for the goodbut this must be the costof seeing brighter weatherand being happy as we shouldand, to steal a line from another,"good-bye, my almost lover." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davempitman/576458/ My silent companion dressed in robesfollows in my steps down familiar roads;The sun beats down upon our heads,warming mine, but hiding his.For, though light be my friend, it be an enemy of his,and reveals his secret like sunrise upon the hills.But still, like night, my companion findsa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/davempitman/576452/