http://slow.writerscafe.org/LaChenille The original writings of author Lachenille Papillion en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054644 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15   Sun dripsmolten gold athwarthorizonNo surprise on amorning glory windunwinding a levyupon every sinbespoken virtuesPulling a scythe inbleeding handacross reedsravenous disease inmind frostacross a desert lostin a valley bogAl tips his ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/793270/ Sandman Psalm  Mark up a galaxyBitter or sweetDestiny ushers in dawn Hallowed held hallwaysFull of graceWhat evil the long night can spawn  © Nancy Silveria    2011 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/774949/   The ceiling slanted, cutting off wallsSoldiers brought to their kneesHelpless observers of carnage Beneath a broken windowAbove a wounded cradleIt wasn’t a third world countryJust famine in a little girl’s roomAbandoned by pink and slig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/774898/ brief delve into the contemplation of artist's block... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/757701/ Thoughts on changing the world by changing one's self... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/756738/  YEN  Touch meWithout hesitationThoughtBeyond the warmth of my fleshWhere your raging burn lingersFlames licking my soulTickling every sense that makes mewomanCall to meTribal tongue whispers of acheBoldHands in raptureStraddli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/740168/   ‘Harden not From the darknessFor in such dwelling Expect deceit Thicken to the core Beneath the light of dayFor a kill From the kindhearted Is most fatal Like rain fallen wordsIn tunnel spentSoaked to the soulThe cursed knowledge Sinks deepIt was wel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/736252/   I turned from the mirrorCup slipping through fingersSalty grains spilled across patchwork carpetSqueaky wheel beginning to spin a beat hystericallyBent metal cage on the edge of her cigarette-stained bureau My eyes pulled magnet to steelToward.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/736010/ Inspired by life and the accompanying photo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/734453/ Sometimes, Death is for the living... Submission for Selene's contest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/733617/ It was Madness in his fragile shellwho sketched her in charcoalopaque and unadornedupon an edge worn papyrustacked neatly to a makeshiftcardboard easel the colorless paletteunmarkedbrushlessupon a foldout tableA masterpiece ofsilhouette huerefrac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/728495/ Still meHands bent underwatered glassbeneath moon riotsilluminationof fightsee notreflectionin eyeshematitefire flamedto new heightrecoil remissionregression respiteoverlyhardenedburdenedby light foron wingedbreathbreathesnight http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/728472/ I crawl fists over knees Up from the abyss As Apollo calls to meIn beauty drenched flesh He descends OlympusSilver bow in handGolden arrow perchedPerhaps in search of Python In the hills of DelphiSorrow drips from my woundsAs I come to restHead bowed a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/704927/ Odd, the associations of the mind... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/704911/ Based on the true to life history of the entombment of Rosalia Lombardo in a glass coffin within the Capuchin Monastery... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/704699/ Have you ever walked the edge of your shadoweyes piercing the cold steel black of selfwhere confrontation meets silvered glassand the only choices are do or die Parting ways with reality as a dandelion rummaging the wind on the blanket of a wish made unspoken.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/704034/ Woman  'Pentacle dreams' Damn herShe of ageless domainAs if a wizard didn’t have enough troubleJust being in a world of beige  © N. Silveria  2011 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/694996/   Movement across the divideGlass walls melting to pools of afterthoughtShe labors her deliveryA self-emerging on a distant shoreWalking on water across white sandTowards a darkening green, branchesBeckoning her inclination toward adventureLush embroider.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/694966/ Bond  Beaded cold surfaced on her nocturnal fleshThe hard night held fast In wisps of ivy thought, backward down theslideShe slid toward a forgotten playgroundPast the enchantments of wonderInto the trough of familiarityHer veins as icicle rivulets.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/694948/ Inspired by the vision and light that is Selene Skye, the woman... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/694304/ SLAM http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/691540/ their response to my comments, and my poetic response AT them http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/689533/ Ruins  The dirt beneath her feet tremblesQuivers of memory running likeHidden ore in belly of earthDug to surface by bleedingHands of men too proudTo hesitate to meet Death It gives her pauseShakes her convictionsUntil the rattle, loosen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/687449/ ...because I love you,                            more than I love loving you~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/680384/  It vibrates through the hollowAche in the core of everythingChalice of bittersweet designTo catch the dew from leavesOf ivy creeping over the wallBuilt of fragile breathCured with hope filled honeyLike steam from the steepOf white tea in china cupDelic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/676417/ and the days passdry heave memoriesshaken in broken glasswalking empty handedtrodden somber dreamsacross the stream of consciousslamming doorscrawling along the floorsnothing in the wake of everythingtill it's gone... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/666036/ Over yonder there by the old tree stumpnestled to the groundbeneath a pile of leaveswormwood memoriesseep to the corechemical bathingin pools of chloroformand absinthe teabones broken to the marrowwith fragility docile contemplationsfertile the dark marethe demonshe ridesDespair http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/663733/ the mind slips through the cracks of shadow and light.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/653255/ Tribute to not just a talented artist, but a beautiful soul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/653229/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/650086/ Vestibule  She stands between two panes of glass; one a reflection of where she came from, the other a projection of where she is going. Neither strikes a chord in her elegiac heart. She longs for the hollow where a small bird nestles in her soul, breeding her mind into undiscovere.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/645092/ This ache belongs to youTo your darkness and surpriseThat twists my mind in symphoniesof mysterious sorrows This fire exists for youBurning with my gratitudeThat taught me to lie in the faceof smoldering tomorrows This teardrop falls for youIn bl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/628324/ Meeting Eros There’s a dream on the edge of forgivenessA kiss of bittersweet redemption likeMelting chocolate above a flameMarshmallow ash covered fingersLingers on the lipsThe taste of an angel’s kissReminiscent of time’s demiseI close .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/628323/   I close my eyesand What comes to mindIs a pale faceOf unknown discontentMeant to capture my enthusiasmIn a twist of lemon zestNestled in a bitter mindLike unrefined sugarIn a layered cakeDevoured for tasteNot substanceWhat worries.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/628304/ Method of Madness  Dream dreary drivels ofwishful blissCatch me a loom for weavingBashful baskets basking in towSun driven motives are leavingCradle cremations create the voidMock me a moment of seasonDeath delivers demurely at bestInsanity ech.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/628301/ a backward journey http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/628194/ The ebb and flow of life wears heavy on the soul at times, but also brings such joy... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/614465/  Fingers on keysI want to writeSomething blueBut my mindMoves backwardThrough sublime dayTo a minute reprieveA blink from the worldA breath held tightLike whisper in ear          &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/604581/ My eyes openI see not the dayDarkness binds meHides me away I hear a breathI hold mine tightI hope for deathI dread the fight Their touch is hotMy skin so coldThe pain forgotWithin the scold My eyes closeI seek not sl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/604135/ connotation, denotation... in the eyes of... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/603787/ Pour her into the riverShe wants to go homeWhere the rhythmMoves the rhymeAnd the wordsSing aloneWhere her voiceResoundsA fig treeRipe to bearRooted to groundWhispers in her earCaress me Undress meDecorate my soulPaint the world Orang.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/603765/ epiphanies of gray matter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/602101/ She is a sower of souls with ideas to harvest; an ember of energy that rekindles the fires along a journey that never ends....She is Midori me no Josie, and you're blessed if you call her friend... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/601767/ just because she is so... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/601263/ inspiration from a beautiful and talented woman http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/600940/ If you are lucky, you will cross paths with another who will make your words write themselves http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LaChenille/600567/