http://slow.writerscafe.org/benjonespoetry The original writings of author Ben Jones en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776234416 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The light seems dirty, second handYet scores his eye with a purple brandWith no more ears to fall uponUnheard is the voice of the hopeless oneCertainty replaced by doubtHis words are vacant, hollowed outAnd cynical his lexiconWith a tarnished soul, the hopeless oneHemoglobin understaffedThe blood ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benjonespoetry/1799277/ On the deck of the HMS RandallsWere sorry array of antiquesThey would amble about in their sandalsTo a chorus of ominous creaksThe crackle of bone upon gristleWith a litany grumbled aboveJust give them the slipIf you feel a gripLike a handful of dice in a glove&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benjonespoetry/1795731/ Twenty years ago todayI met a man at seaThough I was standing on the dockAboard a boat was heWith he on seaAnd me on landI found it hard To shake his handSo twenty years ago next weekI stood trial for manslaughter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benjonespoetry/1795674/ I see the flowers watching meIn the corner of my eyeAnd I know they turn to follow meAs I warily pass them byThey seem to pop up everywhereI’m in fear for my lifeThere’s a crocus in my gardenI suspect it has a knifeThe tulips mug pedestriansWhile the daisies hold them downThe orchids thr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benjonespoetry/1794850/ I feel I might be missingThere’s a shadow in my placeI’m told he looks a bit like meBut hollow where his heart should beJust follow him, it’s plain to seeHe’s mainly empty spaceI fear I may be fallingAs I’ve failed to find the groundWe parted ways, a bitter feudAnd noth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benjonespoetry/1794120/ When I first made the night, I didThe moonlight sloshed in jarsI pulled the blackness overheadAnd pinned it there with starsI spilled the moon a puddleLike a ghost it rose aloftI waved a gentle breeze, I didA whisper in the trees, I hidA lullaby, to ease the lidA .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/benjonespoetry/1794116/