http://slow.writerscafe.org/keressweidner The original writings of author Keress Ambrose Frey Weidner en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776231642 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The hair of the lightning, and the branches at its edgesForm to me some softly spoken soliloquyTo which there is no one who can resist the sound,Unbound as it takes off into the air, The spark of a heartbeat.It falls into the path of the blood as it unfurlsBreathing into each fingertip, foot, and fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keressweidner/1863918/ Desperate alarmI shiver across placesUnseen and unsung. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keressweidner/1834478/ In a rising chest and hitch of breathA dark entity makes it into the fray--And incites a tiny death. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keressweidner/1834477/ It took only a moment to benumbAs you blinked away with eyes, colored absintheA widened grin retrogressed to a lineFeeble. Thin.The scraps scatter-- a river’s rubbishThe weaving of a blue jay’s nest.An altered opportunity, just Remnants left within. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keressweidner/1831703/ Your heart is still beating, your fingertips are still warmTrees tower overhead, standing vigil To watch you dance with the world and all its brevity--Still taking pleasure in soundwaves.That’s how I remember you when you died.Wind resigns to stagnancy,Trees relinquish garnet leaves,People los.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keressweidner/1831684/ A withered voice leads me homeAnd the wind in winter’s limbs;Form the leaves' final sinThrough the expanse of grey.Soon, there will be silence.In solstice sunlightBurns the light’s reflectionTo my eyesFrom against the petrified snow.Soon, it will be cold enough--Soon, it will be cold eno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keressweidner/1831676/ A small earthen sighTakes on the duskAnd while I slip into restMy eyes are open.Hours past in honeyMixes into morning tea.The night screams itself awake--My mind is open.In pekid skin and parched lipsBones are made of clothAnd flesh embalmed in fatigue.My eyes stay open. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/keressweidner/1831672/