http://slow.writerscafe.org/RomaJ The original writings of author RomaJ en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775925705 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 At the airport http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/3119955/ I find myself on autopilot,looking up at the sky again.This is life.        Where even the blue of this beautiful day    is an illusion.        or is it just me, the only gray cloud,in a sea of blue, that doesn't mirror .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/3118903/ Silhouettes danse,into a revolving door.where patrons dine with empty pockets, hearts worn looseThe last of autumn's leaf on a sleeveof scribbled notes, that fall and scatter,as they take a seat.there is always an empty seatstill waiting for something warm a gate keeps a l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/3117901/ Let November's winds not be bitter, but kind. So kindness can spread. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/3106827/ Come back to bed, my love,where every breath still remembers you,where the blankets curve around your absenceand the pillow holds your scent.The sheets stretch wide as oceans,and I feel already so far from your land,far from your memory.The city hums outside,but here, time stops.The sun can wait,and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/3094613/ Fate came to me oncein a fever--her hands smelled of rain and static.She whispered your name,and the air went gold.The walls breathed.The stars leaned closer, curious.Somewhere, a clock melted,pretending not to watch us.I told her I wasn’t waiting--but my shadow was.It curled in the corner, wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/3078580/ If tonight I knocked on your door,would the air remember my name?Would your eyes soften,even for a heartbeat,at the ghost of me standing there?I ache to fold into you,to trace the familiar linesthat no one else could ever hold,to let the warmth between usreplace the cold walls I have carriedthrough .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/3057072/ There are places the world keeps secret,where sand dreams of waterand silence gathersits own kind of depth.In the dry season,the wind carries elegiesacross the dunes,and the sky forgets its namefor mercy.Beneath the heat,the old waters wait,dreaming in the dark,gathering patiencelike prayer.Then, as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2987519/ Ghost flowers bloomin the ink-blue hour,before the earth awakens,​when the world holds its breathand the first stir of sunhas not yet touched the hills.​This is where I seek you--the ghost of you among gentians,​each petal alive with memory:your smile folded.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2974220/ they say larkspursmean lightnessbut I have seenhow they risethrough ruinroots caught in stonepetals trembling against the windlike my heartreaching outlonging for a perfect loveI cannot holdthey do not ask for gentlenessthey bloom in spite of ittheir blues are deep .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2964786/ A sparrow lands on a branch,a small, feathered cathedral.Holiness is not reservedfor spires or stained glass;it is found here,in a flutter of feathers,where the forgottenare nonetheless enough.It gathers what it can,thread by twig,bit by bit,the way we gather days,hoping they will hold.No one markst.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2964498/ I never believed in magicuntil you carried methrough doorways that spilled shadow and sunlight,where floors became riversand ceilings became skies I could swim in.Your words twist the wallslike wind caught in glass.Your touch turns ordinary roomsinto forests of pine, oceans of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2964261/ This world can be mercy,a soft rehearsal for eternity,where even suffering has meaningand the dark bends toward dawn.Life can bethe closest one comes to fire.Other times,it is the feast before the famine,the glittering illusionbefore the fall.Ease can feellike the nearest.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2964258/ The sacred hides in the ordinary, waiting to be mistaken http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2963938/ one afternoon, beneath a blank, indifferent sky,i set sail a vessel of quiet hope--upon the restless sea of might-have-beens.and you, from a distant, shimmering horizon,came too, on a similar, desperate heading--a ghost ship seeking a port it couldn’t name.long and lonely arcs .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2963833/ where the marigolds grow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2963713/ “If the pine trees whisper your name, the night will come for what it claims.” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2963436/ Nothing stays as it was; even grief learns to flow, carrying love into new forms. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2963435/ A glass separates us from the world outside. Which side of the glass is outside? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2963263/ A reflection on time, memory, permanence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2963148/ In your arms, I feel the glow that outlasts the sunset http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2962982/ We gathered in the hum of light--faces, voices, familiar forms--and I, among them, half-rememberedthe shape my soul once wore.We went to seek small comforts:sugar, water, something sweet to hold.But the path divided--a gate closed softly behind me,and the world dimmed to its quiet .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2962780/ This dream is quite personal haha I wrote it as a reflection for myself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2962772/ A corpse awakening. In the spirit of October . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2962516/ This is just random thoughts while driving http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2962424/ I floated in stillness--cradled by an amethyst sea,golden light bloomingacross sapphire waves of violet flame.​The sky stretched wide in bronze and rose,scarlet clouds suspended mid-air,their edges sharp against deep indigo.​The weight of the world lifted,as heaven painted the skiesin vi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2962324/ This is part of a collaboration with the poet, Ghosteen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2962123/ I wandered through a forest,sunlight pouring through the canopylike molten gold,shadows drifting over moss-carpeted ground.​Ferns unfurled like emerald flames,flowers opened in silent bursts of color,a single pulse in time with the wind​A stream whispered over smooth st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2961930/ Posted on starsrite http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2961781/ A Poet’s soft gazewaits in my doorway,an empty bowl in his hands,carved from moonlight. I search my room,my ribcage,the hollows of my lifefor something that can fill it. The heartwood exhales,splitting with a quiet sigh.Its resin beads like tears,its scent rises - sharp, clean,like r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2961776/ Inspired by a vivid nightmare. Sharing it since it's almost Halloween. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2961626/ One morning, I awoke to findA great Ferris wheel risingJust outside my window.It spun like a radiant sun, Casting golden raysThat reached into my home,Calling my name.It felt as though the universeHad placed it there,Waiting for me to stepInto its circle. I stepped outsideTo behold its maj.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2961565/ Posted on starsrite http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2961517/ Posted on starsrite http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2961515/ Wtiters Cafe. I will still haunt you. Don't fade away http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2961362/ A Parcel of LegacyA house left standing,a memory half-built.Not mine to claim,yet mine to grieve.I lay it down,and walk forward -planting new seedson my own ground.Building my own inheritance,free from the weight of what cannot be changed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2961227/ The house of Tomorrow was built on a foundation.I hadn't yet laid, but I carried the first stone in my pocket.Its floors polished, its windows spilling light that makes the dust dance like tiny spirits. I wander through cornersI seem to know, calling for a voice .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2961226/ Hope, like rain on desert lands,a tenderness to weathered hands,weeding through the hardened soil.A smile on wearied faces,a light in darkened places,and courage when we have feared.Each breath a tangled thread,a stitch for what the soul has bled,mending what the storms have frayed... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2961224/ This is from a dream I had http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2961218/ A Pre-birth memory http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/2961199/ Let the good times roll -Like seasons past,Down streams of Yesteryears. While Autumn keeps Its fallen leaves,On the present.Upon the graves;Where no more hopes,Nor dreams may lay.Just an endless, Ever-changing Sky -Indifferent. To the fleets of forgotten causesthat ceasele.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/1822017/ Love is not blind.It sees, not with eyes,but with a heart that recognizes the soul.A smile, a voice, a warmth from within-these are the first glimmers of love's light.And though it can feel blinding,to the chosen few, it is wisdom.It is a knowing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/1810153/ I stand in a homestrangely familiar. Where memories and shadows; Begin to stir - Amongst the decrepit of cardboard tombs; The tattered curtains No longer conceal the hidden windowsof its shuttered soul. Across the peeling paint of its hollowed walls Frames of the fall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/1808050/ Passions flaredIn momentsSoftly fleeting Twin flames A happiness seldom feltCut apart By the winds of changeThe distance Ever growingTil the wick had gone outNo longer ignitingI cast it to the groundBeneath the bridge That Time burnt down http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/1808032/ No description http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/1803221/ UncertainWhich direction he was takingleft or right Decisions; decisions hmm.he keeps stepping in my direction. Embarrassed smiles-apologies-came and left.And yet, there he still standsstill standing in my way-Intriguing.And with that-he held my gazeFor a momentIn that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/1667361/ After a 14 hour shiftAll day grinding Spinning blood into paperThat turns into waterDown the drain-I’m tired and I’m not sorry.I really don’t want to talk about workI just want to leave it all behind-Come home and unwindMaybe over some coffeeOr a 6 pack-Depend.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/1667356/ the mirror lay shattered beyond repair Still I attempt to fix what's broken: a heart of glass glass of hearts a mason jar of plastic hearts it's not real, but it hurts nonetheless it bleeds, and scars as surely as the blood that runs through these veins and that, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/1667354/ 6. There are three children sitting on a log near a stream. One of them looks up at the sky and says…" I caught a falling star, tonight, and held it in my palms. I whispered all my hopes and dreams and then I passed it on. " "I took your wish upon your hands and placed it i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/1666093/ Eyes like embers bleed,As it dies, Til all that is left is ash.Strip me!tear off my clothesI stand bare for you,but it's not enough!peel off my skin.down to the ligaments,muscles,and tendonsAm I naked enough for you?drain my blood, take my pound of fleshYou've already rip.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RomaJ/1656839/