http://slow.writerscafe.org/elizasnow The original writings of author Reetta en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995688 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sleepy eyes and a dusting of cinnamon hearts for pupils, and all alongyour eyes were the ones I saw by the big moon against the mauve skies where cherry trees welcomed escapees through the portal to heaven http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizasnow/2960521/ Have you ever met Mother Nature tell me baby Was she kind Did she show you how in nature we alignAnd have you felt the weight of our kind, it’s heavy on my mindTell me baby, do you know I want you to know http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizasnow/2956406/ The beauty of saying the truth Which we all know but do not speak The strange fruit http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizasnow/2956404/ two hours into the morning sunand the lilies have begun their little dance three hours into the morning sunthe world’s mind awakens from a soft trancenow twinkling blue, and whiteand always thoughts of you in the morning lovei see you in my little green eye are you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizasnow/2956209/ hey loverI thought we made it together But it’s now mine to hold forever Will you ever - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizasnow/2955312/ Dance with me tonight In your dusty shoes And whisper dirty woos Make me fall in love with sweet cou cous Then step on my toe And do it slowsmear fear on my soul I let it go http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizasnow/2955299/ Aching, super-wired blue noise upon waking The electric blues have got me this time We reduce & reuse the experience,the zestsomething immersive, into something to digest http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizasnow/2954989/ Hello? I lost my mind and I don’t know how I’ll get her backI think i left her somewhere between the beech trees and the tire swing Maybe shes flying on a birds wingOr maybe I lost her in the welsh sea that summer Will you help me, sweet lover?I’ve lost my mind and I th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizasnow/2954988/ In my belly the Sun and the Moon dance away eternally A happy soul When two halves make a whole http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizasnow/2835553/ Song lyrics http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizasnow/2796541/ the car stopped by the roadside and a kitten....the road cheats the rider and the cat knows no owner  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizasnow/2173151/ In the Fakahatchee, the blue plant with its roots against the air It was planted anew, in a greenhouse with big windows brightA storm passed the house tore those walls down and the plant was uprooted in flightThey call it change I call it destruction  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizasnow/2173150/ Ally stopped time,and the movement of life condensed into rain drops and the smoky scent of musk http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizasnow/2173149/ Dark sand, brushed against me. Into the fabric, weaving in the sea. My mind unbound and freethinks of the dark, thinks on the dark. cold grains gatherin a dance of darknessand I feel their weight.they dance in my dreams, and they dance in my fears.Bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizasnow/2150757/ Smoke, the writer's doom -Stories from my mind are hazily drawn through: stories of those lonely and those in need of love and words so sweet. The wind brings to mea scent of saffron from the Middle Eastand colours like I've never seen; blues, reds, vibrantly pleaseand my mind is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizasnow/2044252/ It's nice to see that I'm not the only one who talks to themselvesIt's nice to smile while looking out of the train window with a man with whiskers like the circus director from Arabian nights bringing an extra aesthetic to the rideIt's nice to feel happy even though I feel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizasnow/2041534/ The sun rises anew The petals of the marsh marigolds reach for the morning sun and through the wet grass A man with kind eyes and not a stranger's smilecoming from a place as far as where saffron grows talks to me Eyes through the day look at me forming a continuous spectrum .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizasnow/2041270/ My mind returns to the man in the yellow building when I hear a blue guitar, echoing and ringing,like the wings of clouded yellows softly flutteringand with the worn soft leather of an old backseat I think once more of the man in the yellow buildingwhen I see the thorns of the burnet ros.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizasnow/2041020/ A woman no older than the age of thirty-fourrowed by the darkening sea shoreher hands gripping tightly 'round the oresA seabird she longed to be, fly, fly over the vast seas,and watch the sailors play gin rummy and feast. On the far coasts of the Mediterraneanswam a red cashmere handkerchi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizasnow/2038917/ A moment's motionMoves the green wheat in the windA mind of a man in a city cafe Makes music in words carefully chosenIn a field of roses, Millions of molecules come together In an exhibition, Modestly manifesting the meaning of life To those mindfulAt a moment's whim, A gi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizasnow/2037224/ Floating,floating in the air,  Ina purple haze, somewhere, inthe land of nowhereStarsflicker and smile with care,Hazytunes drift by and wave.TheSymposium strikes with clarity.Isthat really you, Genius? Brilliance, hey!Don’tfly away! Wait.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizasnow/1862349/ Song lyrics http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizasnow/1862064/ She snapped thestrings from its hold,and oh! a puppetwithout strings is a free doll.A somber little starfar above,no longer felt soalone and unloved--for the cloud oflonelinesswill melt like sweets inthe rainfall if you show what it isyou love; s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizasnow/1859360/ I try to hide the time away, but it squeezes back on the rainy days, along the crowded railways, at the lonely hours of the day, and my mind goes astray, can't hide the time awayWhy are you so afraid? It's only me, I hear someone say Maybe one day I'll give her way, and my heart will fly away. Maybe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizasnow/1855239/ I'm sitting inside a glass bowl, watching the trees curve and bend, letting the sky sew and mend my patchwork of a mind. I'm sitting inside a glass bowl, wondering -- how far can I reach? Is it only me in this bowl, is there one for each?I'm sitting inside a glass bowl, watching the world th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/elizasnow/1854416/