http://slow.writerscafe.org/Judy%20Ponceby The original writings of author Judy Ponceby en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776057264 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The rain streaks the window paneheavy and thick,falls as a burden upon earsaching to hear the turn of a key in the lock,the scrape of leather on the wooden slats of a porch.Its silver slick shine reflects the stillness.Damp musty odors rise from the earthwhere undisturbed it waits for f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/1042440/ Living Black and White.Such a simple life.Answers always Yes and No.Good and Bad.But, dear friend,What of the deeper ends of the spectrumWhat of the decisions madeBalancing the effectsthe motivationsthe desiresTo live fully, experience fullythe Nuances of GreyWhere Light and DarkShade.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/978222/ luminous huedsparklesblink brightlyin the velvet nightgazing upon enamoredloversunaware of theirbrillianceenthralledthey see onlythe eternalglowof desirejust as brilliantand burningas the brightestsunsin the heavens http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/967730/ Stark against steel gray skySteeples rise sharpGrazing lowered cloudsof hazed vapor.Hallowed halls echoancient steps treading remembered paths.Whispered breathsof voices once raised in praise and worshipplay soft on gentle breezesin the folds of time long gone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/931224/ Tatiana BenditoNo rhyme, no reason.Just like the sound. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/902768/ slipping silently into your armsi look up into your warm eyes and see heaven in them.my eyes slide lower to thosewarm soft lips that asksoftly to be kissed, to be gently plundered of wet treasure.i inhale as your warm hands lay bare upon my arms and pull me into you.my naked face tipped upwar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/901315/ For Creative Poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/857320/ I discovered a starshiny and bright.It burned from withinwith glorious light.I watched as it flared bright orange then red.It burst from my hand and as it fled,It sparkled and shone, flying away with a trailThat left me in wonder as I watched it set sail.On beyond Saturn and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/830250/ Winter teeth bitedeep and harsh.Snow does fly,and ice imprisons.Chill the bonesto brittle ache.Hibernation has its season.Branches spike the low hung clouds.Hunters hungeron hidden trail.Skittish prey playshide, don't die.Life is sparseduring Winter's reign. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/829258/ Crusty crabs           scuttle across                        tide pools.Fish dart among       &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/828708/ She rises from the limpid poolSilvery beads cling to fleshClothing her in brilliant shimmer.Lovely shining tresses spiralDown over slim shouldersFraming her beautiful face.Eyes of moon silver, lips of roseGrace her fair visage.And I ...I can do naught, caught as I amin this dazzling vision of ascens.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/827450/ Tin Starstwinkle in the night.Memoriesof simpler daysshine down.Catch a glimpse of those timesgone byin the sparkofmoonlit reflection. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/827232/ She made her last voyage.Rode the waves across the seas.Delivered her cargo, then set sailAs proud as always.Until the dark seas graspedHer hull and sundered it.Spilling death into her safe harbor.Tossing her time and time againAgainst jagged rocks without reason.Until sounding a mournful cryShe san.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/822352/ I was 'bout a haf mile down Shadow Holler, lookin' for my dog Jack.  I rounded the bend long the river and thar he sat just lookin' up at the moon that was back dropped behind him.  I was so entranced I stood stockstill in the chill evening air.  He raised his head and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/820959/ Wildly reeling in the arms of Death.Moving to the pounding rhythm.Eyes closed against his emaciated visage.Heart thudding beat for beat.Death seeks the living tonight.Her heart's rhythm aches in his bones.Her vitality bruises his being.Her zeal, a wound to his bravado.And though Death danceswantonly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/816337/ Aged patina of ivory keys.Chipped at the corners.Black and white worn.Still, as always, able to coax beautiful notesFrom willing keys.To lighten the moodor heighten suspense.Notes tumbling one after another.Each key, a single note.When enchantedable to suspend realityin concert with its kinsman. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/816300/ Feathers flutter.Opaque to morning light.Spread full to landon open fingertips.The barest suggestion ofnature's designin the form,the flutter,the timid acceptance.Life indeed is fragileand awesome, in its truest sense. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/816255/ Xenophiles see it all the time.The transubstantiation of mattercausing hysteria among every culture.One alchemical shift from lead to goldand you have empaths weeping over asps, telekinetics dropping things on fairy's heads.A tiny fusion of atoms and the next thing you knowsatyrs are dancing wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/813704/ inspired at oneword.com in their one minute challenge. really focuses the mind when you only have one minute :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/813515/ Within this crimson,opalescent phial entwined with metallic vine slumbers death's grim visage.A few drops laced in wine or tea produces sinister hallucinations and searing agony.To be used so sparingly, only in greatest need to avoid discoveryof secrets harbored.I tuck the phial away.He never knew h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/811864/ a bit of darkness... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/810784/ The pillar of the community leaned against the door frame.He flipped a coin in his handas he watched the red clad womanwalking away.She had no idea of his psychosis.He opened his hand and looked down.Thoughts of his special tool case kept in the hutch at the foot of the stairsreluctan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/806397/ Tumbling, twirlingleaves en masse.Seasons arriveand then will pass.Brilliant hues Of orange and redScatter acrossSweet Summer's bed.So brief the fallin its passing.Cool crisp air,vibrant leaves flashing.Soon, too soonThe colors fadeAnd bitter winterspreads its shade. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/806042/ Peeking out the windowOn all Hallow's EveWatching little GloblinsSkip about with glee.Witch's and warlockstraveling the streetsLooking so scaryAsking for treats.Dinos and gatorsfairies and elves,scurry aboutfrightening themselves.The sun grows dim,the porchlight shines,the ghouls and monstersscowl j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/805407/ For Creative Poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/805254/ For Creative Poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/805248/ For Creative Poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/805245/ Oh, the folly of the melancholyEschewing the jollyon life's trolley. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/797887/ Skipping through the forest,Laughing with delight,Glimpsing my sweetheart,Off to the right.Sneaking up closely,Taking a peek.Watching him moving,I do not speak.Silently climbing,Up and out on a limb.Taking some acorns,And grinning down on him. Watching him move,unaware of my perch.Thinking how .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/797493/ hand  over handstep       by stepcrossing this wretched foot bridgelarge          g ap  s                   loomdon't look down downdown towards the scrabbling masses reaching  up&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/794680/ She sits and thinksas tears run down her cheek.Why are the most precious of thingsso god damn fragile.So open to the world and so f*****g easy to break.What makes us think for one second we should unlock the doors,throw open the windows and feel life breathe into us once again.The she.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/793853/ Word Bricks from my friend Frank :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/792571/ For Creative Poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/791689/ Rocking to the rhythmof your heartbeat.The rhythmic rise and fallof your breathlulling meas I lie slumberousin your armsTo sleep, to dreamof life and loveTo live and love togetherTo forma life long bond of love and desire. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/791668/ The heart may well be the source of love.However, the hands are the way in which it is expressed.Through touching those we care about we leavean imprint of sensation conveying to the heart feelings of warmth, caring, and love.Merely a touch, a caress, a hug is enough to speak volumes wordl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/791654/ Haiku. Inspired by the sudden egregious freezing temperatures in Northwest Ohio. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/791640/ the mysterious woven webs of waking dreams... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/789097/ For Creative Poetry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/784068/ The face of time shows no age.Merely continues its forward motion.Marking movement of life and lossThe hands tick ever round and roundNever looking back, always forwardWhat is, only is, in the moment And then is not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/784007/ The burnished gleamof a door knobbeckons the curiouscloser.Near enough to peer through the keyholeWhere a glimpseof otherworldsboth fantasticand frightful await.Dare they turnthe knob and enter?Or forever remain among the unknowing? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/783256/ Silently gliding through invisible trailsIn search of quarry most rare.Her bare feetleaving no printsfor the earth to reveal her passing.Her eyes, deepest amber,search endlesslyuntil they light uponher gilded prey.Notching a silver arrow from her woven quivershe takes its life,an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/783254/ Take a seat and push with your feet.Feel the smooth, rocking glide.Pump your legs hard and fast.Hold on tight to the chains.As you rise higher, ever higherReach out and touch the clear blue sky.Rush through the air, defy gravity.Lean back against the forward motionAnd feel the sheer   &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/783250/ Random silliness... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/782841/ The crystalline chandelierswaying above my headcareens wildly to and fro. A pinwheel offirerevealingbizarre patterns.My mind too twirls aboutmadlyseeking answers.Looking for the key to shut awaythis dark demonhaunting my mind withits whispers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/781721/ Yeah, it's lame, but I was amusing myself :) lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/778959/ i know i offed him before, but he's back :) lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/778951/ Titled by Frank James Davis, an inspiring sort of fella :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/778662/ Cool, refreshing         Smells of fresh cut grass...   Sounds like wind soughing through the spring leaves.              Feels of dewed forest moss. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/777043/ Thinking deeply after darkWondering when I will hear the owlCall quietly into the night.Cold winter's grip holds so tight.Snow showers down from arctic breeze.And chills the soul among the trees.Silence reigns here in the deepHours pass without a soundTo give away the life force here.Then achingly s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/775834/ Eyes of brownHeart of goldSending loveI've been told.Across the wavesbetween the vibes.Written on paper by the scribes.Affairs of love inhistory gone by.Lover's seducedby blink of eye.Romeo and Juliet.Cleopatra's Antony.Guinevere and Lancelot.And no less, you and me.Loved and lustedSweet as win.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Judy-Ponceby/775750/