http://slow.writerscafe.org/Bluecloak The original writings of author Jaci en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011090 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Well, it's the first day of spring againbut the weather hasn't changedthe daff-a-down dillysare wilting in the raintheir blooms bentkissing the pavementwith the persistant splat splat splatfalling from overhead  Well, it's the first day of spring againI have not forgotmemories tag alo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/949050/ I walk the island waysjigsaw puzzled pavementseyes watch in oppositedouble red approachesI ridethe island waysstop and go interwovenwith a blue eyed tigerrelaxed by my sideI lovethe island waysancient stone mountainsslow river bridgeshistory has spokenI havethe island waysresiding in my heartfo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/946388/ Each drop strikeschimesmetallic  wind blows themawaysong  silver sounds throughleaveswhisper  winters orchestra tarriesholds on  new spring leavesfalterfall  bright green grasswaveswater through it chimesringmusic  birds sway.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/945659/ Time againhere I goemployees without facestype typetype againdecipher cryptic writingbidtid qdwhat the hell does that say?phone ringsanswer the callring ringring againI can't understand what you're sayingpocket callbutt callboring speed dialsfast food nationon the run todayamphetaminesmood elev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/944379/ Sweet nectartangerine skyhoney gold dropsthat lingerpassion flavored nightfire rise to burn mebright flame of desireclimb to the starscompete with the lightdawn arrives lovelyanother tangerine sky http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/944306/ It's thereyou can't see itor touch itor reach itIt roams the edge landsout of viewinvisiblea nomada gypsya ghostlook past itfocus beyondwhat you believeis realif your mind is receptiveand opena quick glimpsemay be afforded youDon't force itjust beLet it come to youIf it doesembrace itnurture itlet i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/944297/ Luck met Journeyon a cloudy daywhile ponderingthe solutions toa problem that did plague herand worry her cheerful waysJourney was just trippingas he was want to dotraveling back alley waysavoiding the human zooNow Luck has found her happinessand Journey has learnedthat lonelinesswasn't all that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/944293/ I felt the dark blanket me in all its subtle layers rain became louder then like a freight train rolling down rails I lost myself in the sound as sleep took my eyes A bird in flight searching for elusive sunlight http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/944288/ Tears have their placein sorrowor overwhelming joybut when a lake formsabout your feetand every endis the deep endand you've forgotten how to swimwhen salt burnsand blinds youit's time to finda higher groundA better placeIt's there!Look above your headabove the low black cloudsIt's right there!.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/942213/ Arms spread to the skytall and stronghow long have you stoodon this patch of ground?A sheltered home among your limbsfor the birds and creatures of the forestForced eviction to allas the axe man comesand your time has been unduly decidedNo crime committed to deserve executionjust the never endingper.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/942205/ I tell myself a hundred timesa hundred timesto each problem there is a solutionthough lost in the heart of the mazeand wrong turns lead to dead endsthe correct path will eventually be foundleading to a brand new daywhen anger threatens with unreasonable cloudsladen with blackened acid rainI tell mys.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/942203/ Each star shone luminescent wishes hanging in the skyand as I sat and wonderedwhat they may signify the pale yellow moonrose above the treeline bathing pine and firwith a gentle lighttheir shadows fell shortupon the earthdarker even than the nightA rustling soundsbeneath the hedgemade.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/942201/ Eight o'clocktwelve o'clocktwo o'clock workThe hours changethe days the sameMy smile is frozenand the computer shocksfour thirtyeight thirtytengo hometry to sleepdo it againAt least I can type very fasthowever I'm a terrible saleswomanIf you want itdo If you don'tdon'tMy fingers are t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/940356/ Would that incessant ticking ceasethe one I hearwhen all becomes darkwhen I should be sleepingeven thenI hear itbehind my dreamsirregular rhythmsrunning interference with my own heartbeat The mechanism's off kilter maybe a tooth is brokensomething caughtin the cogs of timeI hear .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/940257/ snow fell softlythroughout the nightpeaceful sleep was shatteredeach flake like shards of glassupon the pavement scatteredcold wrestled fitful dreamsand cold I was on awakeningbut with the lightin the morning skyall the birds began to singand glass formed puddles of waterthe troubled thoughts t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/939007/ When you skim through a bookreading only part of a storypicking out the juicy bitsbecause most of it might be boringWhat really has been happeninggets lost along the wayMaybe you decidedto skip it all togetherand wait for hollywoods versionin a made for t.v. movieOr maybe opinions were formedby.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/937818/ Friendship built on kindnessand mutual respectgrow the deepest rootsand are most often keptThe Hatfields and McCoysnever learned the artbut I am not one of themtheir dispute is theirsI don't base friendship on thatI am not a warriorI'm a peace and flower womanA person who's shownhow good he can beis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/937547/ The sea trembledas it kissed the sandwith a stroke of frothy foamIn its wake there were shellsTiny gifts for beachcombers handsI too left something behindeach footprint that I madeslowly filled with waterand with the next salty kissthey washed away from land http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/937388/ The stars broke free from the strangling cloudsshining white and sharpdot to dot patternscreating illustrationsacross a blackened skyThe moon slung crescentlike a cheshire grinthe night appears so cleanCrisp air, coldbreathe it inexhale in puffs of smokeimages form intangibledissipating in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/937175/ An owl calls plaintivelyfrom his lonely nesthigh up in the evergreenjust past the neighbors houseAnother voice echos himdown across the wayIt seems a shared questionof which they both do sayA robin pecks at the earthbetween blades of grassanother now joins himsearching for breakfastBursts of song fr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/937168/ I've come to love every dayand anticipate each morningthe words that spark upon my pageand the thought flowing behind them I remember our first real conversationand the comfort you gave maybe not knowingMy heart bloomed with the feelingI think I may have loved you from that moment Another .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/936559/  It was another one of those nights where the evening sky was sodden and heavy grey. I could practically feel it pushing down on me as I climbed inside my car. Time to drive home from work again. I followed the never ending dual red lights snaking their way around the corners of an aptly named .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/929975/ Fat cat is ruiningmy lovely red bedspreadwith a fine layer of white furlike altostratus cloudsstreaked across a painted twilight sky. Thank goodness there's no rain involvedor fat cat would be sleeping outside! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/927934/ It was four o'clockbut I knew that somewhereit must be midnightThat strange timewhere dreams aboundand modes of transportationtransform into pumpkinsThe moon traveled behind skeletal treessilvery fadedface washed in the rain.Children settled beneath warm blanketssome asleepsome merely feig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/927824/ The wind attempts to claimeverything.Taken the beatof an aching heart(lonely)wrapped it up in cold dark.Where are the blankets?They've slid upon the floor.The door creakswhen the cat comes inand again, again, againwith the rain!That old blasted pain.Wind howls around cornersscreams through the trees.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/923898/ I have been pondering this word for a while now. In all my online activities throughout several years I have only met one person I can apply it to. A very bitter and anger filled person. His tactics include but are not limited to; intimidation, threats, gossip, lies veiled to appear as truths, copy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/919446/ the sky was wovenwith orange and redstreaked througha watery morninggrey predominatedas the hours movedfurther into the daythe palette meltedand washed awayHow green the grassstricken with dewelongated emeralds glowrejoicing in the rainnow through the moistaromatic earthpale yellow promises soo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/913477/ Some people are mind blindwith bars over windowsof what should be eyesPerceptions skewedin the shadowsvertically darkemotionally tiedto the preconceived notionsthey embrace insideno space for changeor alterationsthey stand still in placenever knowing they're lostin their own sightless creation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/913320/ The deep grey of early morninghas succumbed to a lighter greyas the sun makes its marchacross the skyFunnyI never noticed the broken tree laying on my neighbors roofThe gutter has brokenthere's a rather large dentin the overhangA fleeting thoughtas to why they haven't removed it.I must have sle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/897802/ Morning touched the skyheavy and chilllike a long exhaled breathhanging overheadgrey as old cottonwashed one too many timesdecaying brown leavesfrozen to the pavementsshatter to the touchof boot clad feetthey just lay therestill stuck in placedull ice on windshieldsstubbornly persistswithout even th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/897800/ Have you ever opened a bookand seen the world insidecharacters coming to liferight before your eyes?Can you imagine how they appearcostume, eyes, the exact shade of hair?Do their voices take on lifeas you read what they sayinflections, and accentstaking shape in your mind?Can you feel their exp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/869608/ Come dance with methe whale saiddo a jig upon my backwith joy leapinto the sunhave some fun todaythe dolphins smiledfrom cheek to cheeklaughing at peoples audacityand they chattered abouthow thrilling it wasto live in the ocean deepThe whale spouteda great jet of airas he chortled with gleelike a fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/869606/ Water clearwith a hint of seathat seemsonly I can seein the currentslow and meanderingit cuts betweenearth bound banksever flowing away from medown the mountainand far awayI see a wide sparkleof ocean waterspreading farcalling to the streamdancing around the treesHomeI hear the sound whispering.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/869385/ This glassy surfacereflects the skyas the westerly breezeall but diesStillwith honesty the water liesBelow her surfaceof diamond eyed charma battle wageswithin her armsfor centuries it goes onsea creatures witnessas do the wayward sailorI have no predictionas to the victor. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/869384/ From the tallest treeto a blade of grasssnow capped mountainsand drops of dewboth large and smallshe surrounds us allin the skythe rocksfish and birdsvast oceansand deserts drythere are timeswhen her injuriesbring tears to my eyes.I love this Earthwith all my heartand even the peoplewho would tear h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/869366/ There was redaround an irregular moonclouds swirledsteamed milkinto chilled soup gloomPatterns movedwith the shifting windstirred but the red remainedthe sameI imagined a witchflying up therebroom tail switchingthrowing stars aroundNow and then Arcturus showedsmaller than in summerstill his ora.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/864631/ When I open my eyesdearin the fog of morning lightloveI see beyond the grey cloudswhen you are thereI imagine the soundof your voice in my earsas I read the words heremaking the day better Past the mask of rain fallthe sun is shining brighterwinters icy fingerslose power when we are togetherand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/851826/ How sweet the scentof washed clean grassneon brightly shimmeringRain falls gentlytapping music on the windows birds silently listening there's an echo in the distancegunfire on the windswift sound of wingsbirds take flightthey care for gunsno better than I I hear songbeyond the dooran.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/846149/ Time was irrelevantas I sleptthose baby blue pillowocean waveslulled all worries awaythe fish lookedvery curiousas they watchedwith sideways eyesripples of lightdanced on the surfaceand the old sun peekedbetween cloudsin gold, rose,and orange gloryof a magnificent sunriseIt seemed I salutedbut was m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/846139/ This country as it is today was founded by explorers and immigrants. Not just those who wished to conquer and plunder the wealth of native inhabitants. My forefathers/mothers, ancestors as you will, came here from countries like England, Scotland, Wales.. they came here to start new lives free from .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/844945/ My thoughts have been stillin a stagnant poolwhere algae bloomed purpleHushed by soft songsand memorieswhispering in the windbehind a dam of metalAs with most things man madeit rusted awayand I rushed down riverI saw birds at playdigging for tasty treatson grassy banksalong the water's edgetearing i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/813471/ Sliding sand, a pale tanalmost of non-colorslick beneath walking feetas I passed into the clover.There on the edgeof a breathing forestdimply lit by filtered sunlightpale green beams among the leaves,a beautiful journey beginning.Moss thick and lichen in rich tonesgarbed the trees like clothesand th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/812939/ Many have been sleepless nightswhen the wind was howlingaround the cornersof my thoughtsconfusion bewitched for hoursJigsaw pieces placed in eightsone by one they find their placehollow but for the borderSweet dreams crook a token fingerempty yet alluringbeckoned until the palm t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/812934/ The drapes openedand I sawa face beyond the glassneutral in expressionit could go anywhereor be anyone it carednondescript colored haireyes in shadows laywhen I smiled it smiledand when I cried it criedand when I turned and walked awaythe face just stood and stared. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/812932/ I saw the rectangular eyecast upon the groundand I watched your shadow passas you walked on by.The moment grew in solitudethe shadow paced againthen the eyelid closeda momentarily blinkand evening lengthened dim.Night became ever darkersave for twinkling stars.I still lean to youin wandering dreams .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/812928/ Wooly skies encroachit's a trap!it's a schemeof the rain!blocking the goldsunshine daysBut the Earth swallowsall thingsespecially the rainand the green treesgrow tallbreaking barriersreaching for the lightright therepast your eyesbeyond wooly skies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/812922/ I watched the rotationthere was no need to come backbecause every dayit was the sameexcept maybe for the shoeswhite sneaksloafers in brownthe old stand-byblack high heeland flip flopswith painted toesI don't like flip flopsbut I do paint my toesSeven to ninetraffic againevening rushfaster than thenr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/812919/ The eastern skyspills darkinto my eyeswhere stars sleepwithout winkingdreams drifton wings of owlsinto nights keepingand when the raindissolves the lightthe suns danceis rather fleetingmoving fastto easier fieldswhere it's stillsummertime http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/812916/ I followed a trail of starsmasking what was hiding therein milky way dark atmospheresAt every juncturethe same word appearedan alarm went off in my head color me black but I saw the sun winkwith a shining lightas though to sayrememberyou hold the ace of spades.Things will turn out right&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/812914/ To the grass I callgive me strengthhardy as your bladesthough soft enoughto gently yieldin the face of rainand the four winds.To the mountains I lookfor patient endurance,the quiet voice of the rockand the nurturing ofthe giving earth.To their wisdomI wish to listen.To the sea I journeyand dive into.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bluecloak/682751/