http://slow.writerscafe.org/LadeeAnne The original writings of author anne p. murray- LadeeAnne en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776036119 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  In the indigohues of an evening June sunsetI feel the colors softly bathing my skinI recycle all thememories of you…of meI am a poet ofneeds and desires as I reconstruct my dream world with bowed heart Where the fieldsmeet the forest green.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1831915/ Why are you the one to stay with me- stand byme?You,  knowingwhat I am...You,  knowing what I've done...what I have becomeThe sweet words you whispered brought me back to the world...gave me air to breathe into my dying soul  a soul so bruised...so usedYou tamed my wild he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1716453/ My wandering,ghostly spirit   searches for one I’ve loved before   as it dances in the shadows of night     entwined in the pulsing rhythm of your soul A star was cast from Heaven to Earth below   Searching for you my love&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1714992/ I wear you…Like skin wrapped around my armsIn a shawl of blissful embraceWhose loving touch warms my heart - my soul I feel you from a distant pastAs near to me as the breath I breatheLoving you in different forms - different times We weave an ancient tale - you and IOur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1714979/ In the afterglowof our loveLike doves in flight we gracefully soaredWings spreading over land and seaUp and above the clouds we flew~Then we shed our glorious wingsTo keep tethered to earthly groundColored feathers faded with ageAs the sun held us in its love~Now you&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1660132/       Pour the fiery liquid music of yourwordsto quench my thirsting heartlay them down around my feet likecolorful stars that fallLet my world, my soul hear your song.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1659154/ It’s a cloudy, rainy day...I stand at my window watching the performancewhich is like an endless curtain of tears falling down from heavenA blanket of light, silvery threads that rush to quench the thirst of the hard almost-winter ground It's the kind of rain that becomes pleasurable t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1658609/ People who cheat, lie and betray. Not my cup of tea http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1649422/ Memory of the birth of my first born daughter...Angela http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1598316/ Down at  Big "Ole' Bad Jake's Saloon," in Whiskey Stump, Texas…'One Eyed Jack' sits down at his trusty old player piano he named 'Sexy ole' Sally', thumping out a rowdy old tune. Dusty cowpokes in from their long, hard ride on the old Chisholm Trail, trying to round up .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1455641/ POEM/SHORT STORY http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1455639/ After she drank his bitter wine of selfish, pathetic love, she slyly sang him her haunted chant. "The laughs on you", she crooned in her soft malicious tune. At times, she could act with chicane. She had many charms when treated well...Deadly ones - when not. Oh yes...She herself.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1455630/ Oh my beloved stranger~My silent heart longed to meet youonce againWhere I searched for the eyes thatonce filled my heart with song?My heart aches with a desire thatlongs to be set free And if I should sleep may I hold yousweetly in my dreams?I shall seek you to the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1339490/ Ifonly my eyes could have seenbehind the icicledframe of your heartand the glacial pallof your soulthen perhaps I couldbegin to understand it allMy shivering heartwouldn’t have expected anything...not anything at allYour arms were like cold, dead branches on a winte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1337824/ I read these words today that were written by SherriEmily. I wanted to share their words and thoughts. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1335702/ She worked at a boozy ballroom, dancing for 10 cents adanceBarely enough to eat and pay her rent in a rundown seedy hotelSo young, so alone raised by no one but herselfOh she had parents, but they didn’t see her, didn’t know or love herShe married the first guy who came along.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1335651/ Obsidian indigo colors the evening, midnight skywith its gleaming silver sisters painting the Earth with their diamond lullabywhile safely cradled in God's Celestial Elysian FieldsHe whispers His promised story...about a Kingdom in Heaven's glorywhile the moon bathes the worldin he.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1335556/ The fog of illusion began to clearlifting its stone, cold gripthat pounded and seized my heartleaving me naked and bruisedIt no longer resonates its haunting echoesthrough the thunderous stormsand…the valleys and mountains I’ve ascended  Its scalding, acrid mistled me in circles ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1335299/    &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1335291/ Just some pitter patter of romantic feelings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1335289/ I seem to have lived my life in thrice written scrolls flowing throughout the eternal winds in bits and pieces of torn paper  I’ve searched my heart for you my love I’ve sent your name to the stars Sending.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1335273/ I sleepwalk naked, straight into the memory of you curved along a crescent moonThe deep blue evening drips its magic starsfalling gracefully  in the midnight sky opening wide corridors of delightThey delicately stretch across my eager skin…moist against your touch releasing my passionate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1335268/ Tasting the memory of you...feels like wild horses running through my mindSome bitter sweet, like the root of adandelionyet still having the sweetness of the flowerthat brings its golden beauty on a warm spring dayOur love was not always a 'happy ending fairytale'Some.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1335266/   Living with your memory… is like a harmonious musical melody in a rich mellifluous voicecreated by cool, feathery breezeson soft flowing blue waters reaching across calm ocean wavesLike fingertips…softly brushing tiny wisps of hair from my face.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1335260/  My heart is fierce in its longing for you With thoughts that mimic flitting butterfliesLike stars chasing the moon in the black velvet nightAnd every time I close my eyes…It is you whose face I seeI ache from deep within my soulWanting to fe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1335134/  In thecrisp evening air while walking along the ocean's sandHehappened upon a sand castle built by a child’s, tinyhand           It'sdelicate, virginal beauty, a short time it would lastMuchtoo soon the wav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1331862/  Sometimes it rains on mountainsSometimes it rains on love Sometimes...you need to run from the flood of tears before you find yourself drowning in its wavesSeeds  and scars ofsorrowswirl in once whispered words of loveNow those moments lay forgottenin wilted .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1330490/ In every shade my heart bleeds for me - for youI sit amongst the storms of wounded soulswhere unsaid words rest upon my tongue…Unable to share my thoughtsExiled to a corner of my heartthat cries ou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1330445/   ThThe shinehad worn from our auras       Where once the sun looked into our eyeswe beganto look into a sky of darkness I shudderin remembering... how sharpthe pain was from ourturbulent past   .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1325878/ Iweary so of beasts and brutes…Theirgreed, their desires…feeding off others souls that leaveyou feeling strip naked in winter’s coldThose,who in every breath they’re the very center of their own gluttonous desires... losingall signs of good and grace i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1314017/ Shining down in bright silverstars of reflection…I crave the illumine ofyour healing aura, likened unto Botticelli’s beauty Venus’ handmaidens stretch down their arms,cradling my soul in graceful danceWith soft velvet rays theypaint the Master’s .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1313984/  The whirlwind ofdarkness surrounds meI feel suffocatedby its blackness…its nothingnessIn a world thatdoesn’t seem to exist anymoreExcept for anoccasional flash of a broken painful memoryOf a live that Ifail to see worth living…Looking at itwith ‘Three .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1179197/ Pictures and prose of the old west saloons, cowboys and saloon girls back in the good ole' days http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1168951/  The soft glow of the moon wrapped around meDsinme in her while, golden splendorThesoft glow of the moon wrapped around meDfessing me in her white, golden splendorMyheart inhaled its beautyStandingin the warm summer eveIwatched it drop into the ocean on the far side of the shoreUnde.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1165683/ Ever since I was a little girl, I yearned to be good at something, anything, but I never quite knew how to go about it. I was never shown by my parents that I was worthwhile. There is something I need to share. I was alive and that is about all that there is to say about it. At least th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1162545/   Wanderingthru’ the garden in the half moolite’I cameupon a silver star that had fallen in the nite’I reachedout to embrace it but it slipped right thru’ my fingersBut oh,how I wanted that lovely, sweet memory to linger It’sglow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1161939/  She walks amongst them…standing in grocery linesfeeling soundless pain - watching others…mothers, fathers, childrenAdmiring- but herself, feeling alone... empty She sits in her chair at nightvisualizing, ponderingpretending she hears h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1161809/     Images slip thru’ my heart - mymindMy soul quakes with fleeting memories, my thoughtsThe subtleness of a breeze, thewhiff of a familiar scentcan set my heart and soul into burstsof delight ...  or heart wrenching, aching sadness  A home once filled.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1159484/  With Sagacious vision I watch from afarThe night air burning with your brilliant glowOnce I tried to capture you in my tiny jarBut I just couldn’t keep you I just had to let you goI close my eyes and see your light as you flit and fly in magnificent flightYour tiny specks twinkli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1158016/  You reacheddown your hand to rescue my heartwith your  tender, soft caressin the glistening white lilacshadows of a Celestial embracepainting mysoul in the perfection of Heaven’s finest grace The quietmelody of nostalgic thoughtsin lovely,lucid sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1158012/   I had this fantasy in my dream I thought I was awake and you were actually tangible A man any woman would want to have You were a man that made me his priority No matter what…You would always be there Someone I could count on You were my rock You acknowledged my needs, my strengths Bi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1157998/ A short story/poem about Voodoo on the Bayou. Al names are fictional other then Marie Laveau, who was a real person http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1157394/   I’ve never reallylearned the true art of talking with HimSo I wonder…Does He judge me,for lacking in perfection?        I think notFor Jesus is lovingand merciful ~He does not care ifthe words are perfect or&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1156484/  Perhaps…You didn’t mean to mislead meWhen you softly, quietly pressed your sweet, moistened lipsto mine Perhaps…When you left your lightly scented kisses of licorice andlavender ~Dancing on my heart in wispy, breathless windsJust perhaps…The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1156371/  I am left with the shadows of your memories ~ thewhispers of our past In subtle shades of grey they weave their sad, silent song in places whereyou no longer belong  The journal ofour memories have weakened and yellowed with agefrom tears that fell upon ea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1156201/   With all the weather and storms stretching our Earth out of shape. To all who've lost their lives...I bid a sad farewell Toall those standingoutside Saint Peter’s kitchen,  to you, all the prophets, you pretenders who made false prognostications.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1153026/    My lost soulunwinds in full as I fight windmills in a melancholy world taking turnsin a corrupted heaven pondering graceless time.Listen…can you hearthe windmills? Can you hear the end awaiting us?Silenced bythe price of everything, I ponder the future as I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1149381/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1149365/  She worked at a boozy ballroom, dancing for 10 cents adanceBarely enough to eat and pay her rent, in a rundown,seedy hotel roomSo young, so alone, raised by no one but herselfOh, she had parents, but they didn’t see her, didn’tknow or love herShe married the first guy who.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1147219/   My writings are merely shadows of my regrets The taste of sadness, of thoughts left unsaid Touches not felt -  Tears that dried, leaving salty traces The feeling of emptiness in my hands, my arms Walking slowly through my memories... I long for the mome.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/LadeeAnne/1137396/