http://slow.writerscafe.org/SusannaCorreya The original writings of author Susanna Correya en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776109863 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Judge thou not, and be not judged.Your eyes, though they see as much asA shadow from the viewing side of the screen,Are shoehorned to be self-blinding searchlights thatSeek and see what is not shown, not showcased. Your tongue its bearer's estate will not soil,But will let loose a vo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SusannaCorreya/1862596/ The celestial salt cellar, overturned,Sprinkled black velours with pinprick-sized crystals -Pendants of an asymmetrical chandelier.Stock-still silhouettes of wooden sentinels Mantled head to foot in darkness Decorate the horizon yonder.Like suspended cherub feathers and condensed ang.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SusannaCorreya/1862287/ Susceptible to sugarcoated venom, Always on the side of the blade rather than the side of the hilt, Being given a band-aid after being given a stab. That viscus inside is bullet-pocked, but still beating; You revet fortresses of fortitude for them to be spider-cracked During another's ta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SusannaCorreya/1861966/ In the looking glass is seen a sullied lily From the threshold of whose sable orbs liquid pendants cascade: Each fraught with one poignance of a myriad. How could one's pain the other's pleasure be? Whiteness was wrung from the depths that now tell a scarlet story That none can be priv.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SusannaCorreya/1861448/ The scrape of the pointed end of graphite is music To a white-knuckled writer who creates art with words. The smell of ink-adorned and blotted parchment Or parchment untouched by the tip of his quill Is to him a perfume finer than the notes compounded in Paris. In lieu of floral embell.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SusannaCorreya/1861116/ My legs, though functional, are to a dancer what tone deaf ears are to a crooner.My feet, though sensitive, are a dance floor's disgrace.While my bones and joints cannot syncopate with metronome and rhythm,Whirling dervishes - words - assemble in the hall of my mind.I arrange them, I che.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SusannaCorreya/1860608/ Fusion of binary opposites forged us -Design of a non-earthly will albeit Preceded not by hallowed vows. Two gilded annuli sprinkled and symbolic Set you in merit supposedly apart from us,Products of unsanctified congress.Coincidentally, however, we are allBegotten in sin and born .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SusannaCorreya/1859916/ Moonlight's fingers softly touched the ebony silken tresses Of the ivory figure that tarried in the dark penumbras of wooden skeletons. Static onyx curlicues flanked the aisle she trod. An unmolested static stream she saw leading yonder: An inky ribbon, a looking glass for the stars. Fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SusannaCorreya/1859871/ This poem is about impermanence in life and relationships. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SusannaCorreya/1859870/