http://slow.writerscafe.org/DAUGHTERofBRIGIT The original writings of author softlyfall en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054779 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Ok my last poem was apparently incomprehensible...and, trust me, i rarely know what I am talking about either... so, I hope this is more earth-tethered http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DAUGHTERofBRIGIT/2831962/ In subtle ways, the autumn days are yellow edged and wornlike a familiar old book.In aging damask chairs, we rock, in masks of past tense countenence,mind deep in the pages of our pasts.The moments tick and tock,we rock and rock.Hints of winter bite our bones a bit-we weave .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DAUGHTERofBRIGIT/2831575/ Dervish Rhapsodyby Amy MaryJane McFateI am a star, dreamingof other stars infinity-spinninglike dervish rhapsodies around me as I sleep. I seek a box of extra stardust for my effigy-it has a hole in it,and all the dust is draining out.I am roughly sewn.I can no longer tell where .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DAUGHTERofBRIGIT/2831529/ Harlequin Requiemby Amy MaryJane McFateWhen the final curtain falls in place,it overtakes her unawares-the harlequin unmasks her faceand, trembling drops her tears.That heavy heart kept a silent paceand has followed her all these years. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DAUGHTERofBRIGIT/2831520/ A morning thought, be back later to catch up on reading yours, my poet friends http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DAUGHTERofBRIGIT/2831488/ All day I have been trying to write a poem that does not abstract and become, well, one of my weird poems. I did not succeed wildly with the other two today. This one is at least more tangible http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DAUGHTERofBRIGIT/2831441/ I need help to make this more understandable http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DAUGHTERofBRIGIT/2831424/ Summer road trips always began with my mother loudly singing "We're off to see the Wizard" unless it was Thanksgiving, in which case it was "Over the River and Through the Woods". Some time later, they always included my sister barfing into the towel I was holding. I blame my dad's driving. Not that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DAUGHTERofBRIGIT/2831369/ It was the summer of 1968, my 9th grade year. I was 15 years and two months old and still saw many futures dangling in front of me, bright enticements. I was at Church Choir Camp in Big Sur with my church's children's choir. I had been going for years and was one of the oldest in the choir. In fact,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DAUGHTERofBRIGIT/2831365/ Dyadic light splits a heaven-like nightinto light and non-light, doomed as any Shakespeare lament-"the 22nd catch", says Mr Murphy, "is thatlight and dark are shared cycles of one breathinhaling one anotherand thenexhaling into one another's whirring chaos of atomic life"..What to do, what to do..On.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DAUGHTERofBRIGIT/2831322/