http://slow.writerscafe.org/Hayley%2A The original writings of author Hayley en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775963737 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  Youare a swollen tide,bluein sincerity;wingedeyes and floating elbowssurging,stealing my breath. Ionce plucked a wing-under feather from a seagull,skinnystem from body,andkissed it away likethe dress of a dandelion,apale gray thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/1284771/ Stagnant awakening,my heart deep inmuddy water,or love,I reach to thebottom and grasp hold ofyou, a star amidst allthe black-stargazers, emptywithout echo a song only myheart knows. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/1284427/ I want to open myarm like a knife to aletter,so swift-to see little redflowers dot between my eyeslike an Indian girl Maybe they aretearsbut I can’t get ridof (you)run through myblood. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/1281123/  I am in a daze, notconsumedby my days of unyieldingsadness,but a whim of aflowered tongue of love, of a flamethat licks yellowas a buttercup. You love mebeautifully,so I am not lostas a match in aflameless candle,in a light burdene.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/1258998/ I want to be likeheavenfor him,deep as his kissand light likelaughter,where the starsare drawn to hislipsand he harbors asmileso genuine  my gates open.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/1251607/ A poem in themiddleof the daycallsand you,stagnanthot and heavystitch a littlemoreof you into mewith just a side-wingedthought,memory I have been stuckpluckedby my own needle,pulled my seams from their jaded homes,my scars.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/1244738/ A poem in themiddleof the nightcallsand you,a glittery shadow,catch the tip of mytonguelike a slip and asnore. It was likeyou plucked a star from the blackestsoil and held it for me �"and I know itburnedyour fingertip.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/1244151/ This room feelslike prisonbut really my mindis alright,air-tightI can feel himstealing my breathand gracing my throatwith words arrangedlike a Picasso,hanging steadylike the flaking pastriesthat are always toosweet. I’m a little .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/1235249/  He is a poet like tricklingpond waterdown the ruggedstones of my heart,smooth, yet cold todisturb my depressionand raise my skinunder his flowing rhythms, unspoken http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/1205247/ I shiver like a fishwitha tattoo runningdown its spine,meaningful andmeaninglesspretty curly wordsthat slide off myback and glistenin the pearly water lost. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/1192280/ put me to sleep everynight like clockwork before I could yawnand lamentmy troubles withthe moon,like my ruddy fistcould shakesome truths at myceilingand turn them intosong(or at least makemy glow-in-the-darkstars dance)I could never makeout why.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/1179452/  Mycup of coffee is lightundermy fingertipsandI barely notice how Idrag itdeeplikea cigarettewonderingif I’m the only onewhoappreciates the abstractofan ash tray and a croissant I may be enough to distinguishadrenaline and self-des.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/1155093/ Mary is sitting in herbathtub feet up she paints her toenailsthe color of blood  pyramid studded she stretches her neck,a swan floating inherbeauty plucking a featherlike a suicide notedeparting a gaping niche.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/1122967/ Thetrees are nakedandbrittle under the weight of snow     falling like sinking ships inan ocean wavetheirvirgin mouths wash collarbone-white      stretched to scream  andjut in trembling cold,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/1117250/   Anyrelic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.-EmilyBronte If a soft light fellon my desk with the humble company of a poemI could claim apeace of mindAnd beautifulfriends who stuck their heads in ovensAnd starved untilthe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/1082523/ I’ve noticed thecatered humor in colorThis fallWhere thecranberry-hearted Starbucks baristasHoliday season ourmindsAnd hand us ourhappiness in a cup- We wrap ouryellowing fingers around Save-the-world cardboardand porcelain handlesAnd try not to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/1062809/ Here in the sunshineShe wears the rays as a maskAnd her playing eyes aren't honest, for onceThough she stares deep,Willing they cover the rest of her yellowing bodyBecause today she can't afford a sundress-But the sun in its integrityShines even still,Lest she be unbeautiful. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/1035778/ YesterdayI swallowed the ocean whole,As ifI could claim it as my own,Andsuffered quite a long nightWiththe salt echoing in my ears. I mayhave gotten sea-sick,But itdidn’t matterBecauseI was already sick Andhad been standing open.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/1028574/ I. Like the moon dippedAnd waned Her marble-heavy sails,The sailors dismantled herWith their eyesLike a slice of cake.They longed to sink their teeth intoA nape of a neck so sweet;“Little pearls,” they said,“Atop her sails and sheets.”.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/962684/ Ephesians 2:8“For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith--and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God--”We were lectors in the city onceWhere the drinkers and sinners congregated for a good deed(Beggars with stale bread and doves on their shouldersArmani an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/960147/ A snapshot. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/954622/ I am the atheist of spring     I fled Her     And She fled me       Like Her nightly passes      Over doors brushed with lamb’s blood     She chants “Judas, Judas” &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/946792/ I am sugar  I lingered on your tongue For one second (too long) (But I swear your bright eyes  Caught white fire) I sifted through your fingertips  Like a dusting of snow While you watched You forget about me(As I try to forget about you) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/940649/ Inspiration partially owed to e.e. cumming's The Cambridge Ladies. Just an experiment, really. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/937201/ “But I, being poor, have only my dreams;I have spread my dreams under your feet,Tread softly because you tread on my dreams”-W.B. YeatsMy sensible heart will be the death of me, Though I fear not the tapestries I have woven out of selfishnessBut the hanging of them by .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/878010/ Now that the sun has caressed roots of my treesWill thy flowered palms fall upon soil unearthed?Thy fields have withered in the fruit of spring-The seed which spread for thee alone Lies decaying in thine eyes of gold!But spring does not belong in a tombWhen with fruits of her coun.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/852764/ With trembling hands of ice          The morning bit my will                For wintry life;                               My tears streamed fire &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/838706/ When the rains ceased to stop     And o’er my hands grew cold,A book was placed on sodden ground     By my sorry head and soaked. The words were meant to soothe me     And a voice I was supposed to hear,But I heard no voice and felt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/828340/ Of all the forgiveness I possessed     In my tidy heart,I could not purge myself of enmity     In all the summers of my years;I could not tend the blossoms that      Sprouted from the wilted soil within.When winter kissed my cheek I press.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/828338/ Within beauty the meadowlark    Laments to the field of blond, For past a singing of the sun    Is serenity to the sets of beyond. In the meadow he cries    Upon wings of rolling distance,For the golden ground he dwells     A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/825149/ A brush with Death http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/819669/ It was once that the birds flew with meIn perfect rhythm of the rising tideGuided by the golden sun, A flock in sunrise.The pale wind tasted pink and steadfastOn our liberated tongues;Who had heavenly power in open bounty Had soared amongUs with a shepherding hand;No .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/791276/ A lacy low on lips of summer I sighed,As once a tender kiss breathed love,Though on his he did not seek to satisfy,But to proclaim me a delicate rose.I melted at his feet and my heart throbbed his name;He promised to water me day after day.Why keep the miserable livingIf flowers wilt in autumn all t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/769412/ Summer sweet scent of nectarWith golden intoxicationAnd glistening pleasure,Upon each petal shining dewAnd a flowering kiss anew.But lo! The sun of mornWithers flaxen buds and leavesTo break free and land in streams rebornOf tears from those beady eyes So all God’s c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/739299/ It was long ago that the harp met such a handSo gentle to strum a resonate sound.His fingers came to life with all seasons abound,Plucking notes like feathers to each vibrating strand.   He poured his depth and soul into melodyWith tears that touched the cheeks of angels above... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/736525/ Dedicated to my sister. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/728646/ Happiness is often an illusion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/726838/ Inspired by a book I read as a kid http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/725828/ The graveyard rings a bell of blossoms, theWhite and pink lush bonnet of spring.Dainty lace embroidery dances with the daisies;Songbird, will you sing for me?A gentle tweet of yellowed parchment, Carried away with the honeysuckle breeze,I will remember etched words savored on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/722877/ This is about my life; I invite you to come to my going away party. Modeled partly by the poet George Herbert. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/719042/ Once again, someone who is no longer in my life. I think this does the whole idea better justice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/709504/  I shall plan not to avenge his loner’s heart which shone so benign on the sea,‘Tis a bloody tyrant forever marked on the hands of the blameworthy.  Prithee the rushing of the wind will blow its despairing course, So God may tip the boat into gentle lullabi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/708222/ DiamondsThe snow falls gentlylike weightless sensitivity on translucent, fragile iceDelicateThe sky mourns gray in innocence, its edges white.Sharp air shocks my lungs, so frigidSolid walls caving in on my vulnerable headMy hair spills onto pillows of driftsSinking like .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hayley%2A/678099/