http://slow.writerscafe.org/laerke The original writings of author songbirdwriting en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776116651 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 nothing upsets me more than seeing what's going on in the world today, but it's so far from simple to fix http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laerke/1847503/ Tonight is colored bluein the nameof your absenceTonightis like a boneshattering http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laerke/1847059/ A poem about the simple wish to leave a mark on the world through what we create while we're here - but also the feeling of how can I possibly contribute to a world that already contains so much? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laerke/1846620/ Wildflowers are growing down my back,in and out through the bones in my spinethey remind meto keep my head upmy back straightthey keep me fromcurling up on the ground,from breaking the stemsbecause who would wantto make such a messof such beauty,such untainted heart-born li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laerke/1846263/ While the crowd is lookingin one directionI am walking in anotherMy feet won’t stoptill I am far awaysurrounded by moonlightand starsinstead of peopleand staresAt midnight,lying on my back on the cold earth floormy mind will soar upwardstoward the black skiesto spaces.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laerke/1846254/ If I retrace my stepswill I end up on a star?Will my hand be holding yoursor will I be the only beating heartin a sea of calm, of solitude? But I am staying here,with you,out of fear of the unknown http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laerke/1845430/ It saddens methat I am not more extraordinarythan I amI’m right on the verge of itand yet I fall short of beingsomething you’ve never seen before http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laerke/1844554/ A poem about the need for change. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laerke/1844553/ If dark forestsare where I leave my footprints then grant me the abilityto see the light not apparent before meI am not a creature of this unmanageable habitrather I suffer in every kind of silenceI have not a vocabulary of piercing screams and pleasat leastit is not a part o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/laerke/1844551/