http://slow.writerscafe.org/Geralyn%20Miller The original writings of author Geralyn Miller en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026276 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It is Saturday, July 23rd,Amy Winehouse died today.Still don't know the reason why;though Amy was Frank,she told us She Was Trouble,and won't go to Rehab.Only twenty seven years,Back to Black. I hear echoes of the past,of only twenty seven years:Kurt Cobainwith Teen Spir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/770610/ Full Moon,hanging in the skylike a paper lanternilluminating the dark;Glad you are hereto keep me companyas sleep eludes me. Full Moon,hanging in the sky,you smile down so silently.Unlike me.I think too muchabout the state of the world.Countries struggling for democr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/770596/      Heart and mind wounded;     trying so hard to survive     in his strange new world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/752619/      Reach out with your heart,Just extend a helping hand.     You will change the world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/752549/      As I ruminate,old dreams dance into my mind;     and old memories. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/750062/      Tragedy begets     orison in unison;     but, rarely does joy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/750060/      Treat him like a pet,Spoil him, cosher, dote, induldge.     But he is a child! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/750057/      You love him today,but your love is fugacious.      Tomorrow?  Who knows? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/750054/      You kerf cut my heartand destroyed my defenses.     You made me love you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/750051/      My Muse is missing;lucubrate the hours away.     Midnight tedium. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/750049/      Heart can be wounded,shattered by inordant words.     Think before speaking. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/750044/      Politics are such,that nescience  is rampant;     Statesmanship is rare. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/750042/      Tenebrous World view,Sees only dismal prospects     for all the people. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/750037/      You try to foist viewsnarrow minded, laughable,     on all of the world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/750033/      So his florid prose,always self promoting pap,     is always boring. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/741229/      Spirit annealedby repeated grief and pain.     Heart is strong and wise. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/741228/      She chose to cossether only son, spoil him     like a pet poodle. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/740221/    He fain would believethat her words of love were true;     but, alas, she lied. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/739761/      His love was as falseas his tawdry, clinquant ring.     Made her finger green. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/739759/      Since he broke her heart,she chose to extripate him     from all her life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/739756/      He lives his small lifein a state of dudgeon;     he's an angry man. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/739755/      She regards friendsas just fungible creatures;     no loyalty here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/739753/      The longueur of lifewas too much for him to bear;     took the coward's way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/739751/      war is not nobleif the truth be told it is     a sojourn in hell. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/736368/ Each time we fall in love,it is a learning experience.It does not matterthe kind of love,nor how it ends.Sometimes love endswith a broken heartand a downpour of tears.Or a storm of angerand a wrath of bitter words.Or sometimes just a whimper,nothing more.Best of all are the t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/699148/ Lovely Lady Lunashone more brightlythan e'er she hadfor these many years.She neared the Earthto light the wayfor Spring,And hasten Winteron it's way. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/697558/ First, the earthquake,the ground shooklike it shook so long ago,when the bombs hit. Then roiling black water,reminding those who rememberof the black rain that fellafter the bombs; raining death on everyone. Finally,a new threat,radiationfrom a nuclear reactor,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/697553/ My heart is weary with sorrow,a poet was murdered in Tripoli,slaughtered by mercenarieswho serve at a madman's beck. He was very young,just eighteen.Corresponding with meis the only "Revolutionary" actof his short life. We always spoke of poetry,books or music,nev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/692838/ For Linette http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/687546/ final survivor of WWI http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/687530/ a senryu http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/687527/ If I could give you only one gift,I would give you the gift of hope. Hope to keep you goingwhen it seems the worldis all against you;and you must stand alone. Hope to remind you,that shadows are cast,not by darkness,but by light. Hope to try new dreams,and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/684815/ Death came to Heartholdas night fell,crept in unheralded,over the grand stone wall,past neatly trimmed trees,and manicured lawns. Death came to Hearthold,around the massive fountain,through the double entry doors,then up the carved staircase.Down a long hall,Death entere.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/683361/ for Michael P. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/683352/ Somedays,dreaming costs too much,and hope is an alien concept. Somedays,living is all I can do,and not necessarily very well. Somedays,breathing takes too much effort,and yet I still continue. Somedays,writing is a lifelineand reading the life preserver.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/681632/ unfortunately, factual http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/681240/ In a horrifying world,where up is down,red is agony,and trust is nonexistentlive the worst of monsters. The dwellers in Spooklandare creatures with "flexible" morals;anything goes,if it serves their purposes.With no black and white,right and wrong forever shift;betrayal .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/678355/ Once in a rare while,I let myself miss you. Miss the joy and laughterthat were our everyday.Miss your romantic crazyness.(Who knew a bedful of rose petalswould lead to stained sheets!)Miss the frequent lovenotesand perfect little gifts,you loved to leave in hidden places.M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/676882/ No matter how much police,attorneys and the mediaprate and prattle about closure;there is no such thing. When someone you love is murdered,even after the trial and appeals,those endless appeals;when the murderer rotsin a cell in the death housewaiting for the hourof his we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/673163/ Tonight I am feeling forlorn,Because I miss my long hair.I know it is foolish,but I miss the way the tendrilscascaded down my back the ends tickling the ankles curve.My head feels unhappily light,relieved of the weight of years.I know it had to go,my hair tangled in the wheelsof .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/671332/ One of my nieces,a sweet, loving child,asked why a day,meant to celebrate love,makes me so sad. How do I explain to a child,that Valentine's dayhas brought me such sorrow,so many times,it will never be a joy to me? How do I say,"I buried my heart on Valentine's da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/671320/ Love, four little lettersform a word of great importancein the scope of humankind.'Tis sad to see Love bandiedlike a gaudy fairing prize; as if Love only matteredin time of Valentine. Sad to see Love sulliedby the loathsome trappingsof commercial Valentine.Relentless heart.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/670794/ She is the Princess of the Pity Party,the Queen of cheesy whine;Her mantra is "It's not fair."usually followed by"Everybody's ALWAYS mean to me."She's fifty five years old,no hope of growing up.She lives in her "Me" world,never sees the rest of us. Today I laughed at her,a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/668125/ Hope grows in unexpected places.Once hope takes hold,the roots grow deep into your soul;new growth appears,in situations it seems to have no place in.Hope enables us to keep trying,when all seems lost. Hope and dreamskeep us human. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/668120/ Friends:   First excuse any errors, I reinjured my right shoulder and cannot use my right hand and arm, so I am typing one handed with my left.  This is not condusive to neatness and proper punctuation.   My sister is dying by slow inches.  See "Death Waits in the H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/666576/ I've kissed Death more than a time or two; danced with him twice.Once, we waltzedto the gates of forever;but the draw of familylured me backto the Earthly realms. Death taught me many things,the small joys of lifeand just how precious they are;the value of loyal fri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/665831/ Today , May 27th at 6am Arizona timemy sister finally died.She has been hospitalized since before Hallow E'en.Death came in God's time. She was born with so many gifts,and squandered them all.She is my younger sisterand we are sitting death watch.The hospital staff keep her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/663961/ silent boy,sitting at a desk . . .never seeming to notice the world around.       almost stupid silent.never making a foolish remark . . .        nor an intelligent one.        who are you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/662948/ peopleeverywhere;laughing,talking, fighting,getting no where.there isno onefor mebecauseIdream . . .  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/662943/ Pain,in all it's myriad of guises,haunts me each day. Painlike a rip current,pointless to fight it,just keep your head up and breathe,it will spit you out at the endand you can wearily make your way to shore.Pain,in all it's searing agony,saps all creativity,steals c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Geralyn-Miller/662942/