http://slow.writerscafe.org/Tedk1946 The original writings of author Ted Kniffen en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776109904 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Stalemate I sat my muse downtortured her for words to write …Poetic justice http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/3131530/ SeriousSenryu Hardwinter … long springWhenwill summer come to stayI’mwaiting and waiting http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/3131057/ Starting the Day Way to start the daythereare grounds in my coffee noroom for sugar Iwas so carefultakingmy time measuring,levellingeach scoop onelittle misstepandgrounds cover the counternocoffee today http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/3122382/ Beethoven Beckons Lean back and listen, soft tones through bones settle in.Music transports us.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/3122381/ Palsied Hands Shakespeare’s gift to meThat light through yonder window.I broke it damn it! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2962401/ The Dream Exists even yet              cloakedin blacknessbathed in light it comes and goes                 saying.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2961280/ Passing What once was                is now nomore than a wisp of gunmetal grey                driftingby the windowof a cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2961277/ What Do We Expect? To paraphrasemy American cousins: Government of the people, by the people, for the people Has been lostin the jungleof special interestslobbyists and those crookswe call politicianswhose only concerns are t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2958982/ More of a comment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2955794/ Inspiration by Jacob's Flight. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2954046/ Senior Conundrum A thought comes to meAm I more now than I wasOr less than I’ll be? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2953171/ ABad Day Inthe end, whatdoesn’t kill you makesyou develop a thicker deepdish pizza crust, but the cheese, salamiand tomato sauce slide onto the floor  Tearsdry. Resentmentsettles intothe soul like a junkyard dogwo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2951689/ Newcomer arriving                    ina rush of warmwater and blood       come early unfinished lungs      &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2948875/ This is an oldie ... someone suggested a change to the form http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2936874/ Lost my mother yesterday ... Dec. 13 2024 at the age of 100 yrs. A long life filled with much laughter and not a few tears. She will be missed and remembered. The 13th was also my birthday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2922972/ The NewReality   For herthere is nothing                           to look forward toonlythe end of darkness   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2913031/ For a Brief Moment Death enters a room... life departs ...a man catches a footgoes downbriefly dwells on life supportbefore the plug is pulled. A woman receives that dread diagnosisis given little hopewithin a week enters hospiceto await that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2912390/ Settings Uncommon ground ... common graves dug ... filled in by common menin common dungarees and common shirtscommon boots thick with common mudCommon tears fill sad eyesCommon clouds block the common sun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2912383/ for my sister ... recently passed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2912381/ a little nonsense http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2899785/ The Poet’s Journey  With every new word                  poets seek affirmation. Do they say something? Can they honestly    &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2899757/ Too much of this influencing the words http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2893942/ Quatil Costa Rica Through the village a road curls eastlike a dusty brown snake crawling up the highway into the hills. Parched tufts of grass awaitthe first welcome kissof the rainy season. Saddled horses graze in the shadecast by elephant .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2893856/ The Lost PoetOn thinking aloud ...I have come to realizeI've nothing to say. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2890614/ As It Seems To Be The sound of winterthunder rumblesthrough the morning  The weather is indiscriminate, but it is a hard rain droning onsowing chaos. Another building crashing downburies a family in Odessa or Rafah.&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2887030/ Too Young Silently she weeps.A man eyes an empty cribDisavowing sorrow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2881506/ Innocents Lost Not for now the first time remembered looking            but notseeing hearing             but notlistening the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2873932/ I Found Myself in a Dream  I found myself                      A flavour of blueA jack of all tradesA player to be named later I found myself.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2872495/ A Few Words Remaining Those few words remaininggather in the corner squeaking like agitated pests on little wheelsrunning circular patterns;                 spiralingin, spewing out,com.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2871800/ The Distance Between What of the distance between you and me: the gap in Time:notwithstanding the futilityof the last dance with music suppliedby an old jukebox: neon lights running along roadsides, stretching away through dust and darkness. Nights w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2871340/ another stormy day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2869503/ Beware Brave Isaac Beware young Isaac,                    thyfather’s footsteps echo,know that danger comes. Seek cover my son,     &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2866053/ CarnegieHall  Many yearspracticeproduced avirtuosoat playingmusic Afraid it’snot me!All I playis radio ...morepractice needed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2861928/              Wolves Shhhh! Hear that? Listen!                                 &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2861926/ Clingingto the Web It is enoughto be born letalone born again, todance            from the womb                  &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2860094/ WhatTime of Night Do Eyes Turn Back toblack canvas stretching thintocatch the emerging breeze                  racing through the darkness? Thehushed sound of water rises,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2856084/ Minnow Newton’svast wasteland               stretches out before us. Anuclear winter where nothing lives               or.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2856082/ Mirror A young boy looks in.After the not long prime yearsan old man looks back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2854857/ Separate Cars Will you ridewith me, deride me, ordecide how many walk                  side by side, hand in hand,            &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2853646/ Robin Morning heat risesRobins bounce through the sprinklerCherry blossoms dance. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2853078/ Deluge Demand fordaylight.New storms roll acrossold fieldsas darknessdescends young stalks ofgrain bend as a fiery breathof windsweeps the plushpasture. Rain, hard asnails, falls,pocking the dirtwith craters.Muddied wrens.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2853076/ Homage Not yet ... not yet ... not yetthe wind weepsthe old limb creaksbeneath the weighttoes barely skim the dirtfriction dragsswinging back and forthwinding downthe episode finalizingtoo many eyes bear witnesstoo few tears in the gatheringtw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2849843/ Barbecue Bringyour own spirits.               Trust that you identify               correctly as done. Whatdoes it mat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2844606/ Write or Wrong  Do not play withyour words,eat all on yourplate,like famished orhungry,ravenous or sate. You could be tooearlyor arrive toolateyou could close awindowbut leave openthe gate a noun is assimple .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2843941/ Oh Well The truth of old age?One second, you’re young, then old.It sneaks up on you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2843849/ Wiggle Through There’s a cave I knowwith a spot so narrow calledFat Man’s Misery. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2843839/ Enchantress  She enters the roomlike a wind before the stormI am but a leaf. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2833223/ Zimmerman I like Bob Dylan.Can’t sing wortha damn it’s said,But he sure canwrite. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2830159/ ThePullout  Theunanticipated advancefilledthe vacuum leftwhenthe troops retreated. Leadersturned their backs onfriends as weary soldierspackedup their dead Twodecades on we leftwithlittle to showforthe effort.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2825445/ Best Before The best before dateshould not apply in a war.Common sense will do. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Tedk1946/2825376/