http://slow.writerscafe.org/Conah The original writings of author Cass Ashe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776010920 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Last night I witnessed yon Lady LunaAtop stars amidst dance with Orion.I found myself glancing to Fortuna,And asking how much money 'twas to buy in.Tis natural to ask on deities,Who, she being of luck, could grant respiteFrom my lack thereof, a little more ease,But her answer was unl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2882048/ Homeless and wandering little ladWeary of body but tuxedo clad.Little Ollie who came from nowhereDrenched in snow with bugs in his hair.His strength wavered and body brittleBut his heart suffered not from being little.He’s never been angry nor discontentBecause he’s too h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2878484/ There you are, my love, an impeccable time,This terminal moment is now sublime.Chilling winter air and soft crunch of snowShimmering stars showing me where to goIn a moon-glimmering sky null of cloudsAnd a still dark forest where steps wear shrouds.Crisp, invigorating still air I breathe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2876140/ Venture deeper, for the cave makes life writCacophonies echoing from cracks in a fire pit,Screaming damnable gusts in that dredgeMud, grime, slopping to fill every edge.Ne’er a clean morn in this cave I mournOnly ripples and stirred dust are born.Creaking lung, aching mind, weary b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2871996/ My favorite review paraphrased as a haiku. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2871835/ Merry Christmas mornThat tragedy of my youth.Where’d the magic go? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2871738/ A poem inspired by rap. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2871469/ How I adore when the night becomes day,But the witching hour is my favorite time to stay,When the electric chills tickle my fingers,When that spectral moon magick deftly lingers.Darkness of thought 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lightWhat good is a person who only lives at night?Who but the specters and giants roam this hourWhose rumored denizens seek only your lour?An alternate reality where the dreaming dreamAnd the waking live in the dark serene scene.Pitter patter through .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2858644/ Beautiful and calm as a spring sunshower,Cooling drops speckle my warm bodyUntil I am veiled in dew and flowersThat slowly grant peaceful stasis to me.Heat from within and cold from without,Harmonizing silently in the bright void betweenA moment and eternity, free of doubtAnd unshack.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2856593/ Rain in the sky never floated so perfectly,like the wind were the water wheredroplets descended into darkness and bluethat met the distant horizon without notice.Harmonious waves without white whirlabove your damningly damaged depths,whose pressure prevents my peeringand tithes me wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2856108/ Dance with me, my splendid shadow,My only partner, my monochrome rainbow.Waltz with me, together without woe,Together we drift, together like snow.Melt with me, let the world slow,Let us feel yearning, let the cold go.Run with me, down the river flow,Down away, down where only we know... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2850378/ Sativa sunset, sing me to sleep.Play me a melody, something so sweet.Like a romance movie, we're in too deep.Mind going numb, I'm giving in to the heat.Hit it again, this life is killing meMy heart is in pain, I cannot concealThe tears in my head, crying to be freeWhile I crush them back, my intoxic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2841515/ A dream out of reach,I will never stop chasingAnd end in failure. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2839193/ Enrapturing and mysteriously,Her lone existence bears constant witnessTo everything unceremoniously,As she alone sees life without glibness.She watches rhythmically, like poetryPersists throughout the day’s 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come by.So many hours on the snowy beachSilently reminiscing of the bygone sun.Frigid water laps at my boots like a leechDraini.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2829534/ Writing has been nothing but overpolishing in recent days,Because everyone wants someone to be the next Frost,Whitman, Dickinson, Poe.Structure feels like fallacy to me,not because it is contrivedbut because emotions are the worst kinds of structures.Like comparing a triangle to a confusing non-Eucl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2767801/ Tumbled stones and refuse from pines gatherWhere granite slopes intercede topsoil,And Gaia's gentle grip carves her cipherFor skies above to sit over and mull,And watch her creation wander and swayThrough needles and grass and hedges and trees,Quickly ascending to heaven's bright gateShould mortalit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2175131/ The dullness of life is growing more blandWith each day I can feel my trembling handsShuddering like a tattered forest groveDevoid of anything that resembles love.All in search of the next trip to the skyWhere the clouds wetten my palmsAnd release me from this desert dryWhile playing those burning l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2142462/ The northern star glittering against eternityAs musical notes flutter through the breezeUnto the waves wandering wistfully by seaFlowing beyond the unthawed arctic freeze.Golden dreams danced among light's solsticeWhose gentle warm breath interwove destinyAs a fate with a lover's heat at precipiceAn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2142310/ There was once a timeNot very long agoI could configure a rhymeAnd make my words flowBut it seems I have lost thatAnd the drive I now needTo a life I only scoff atWhen into my past I readBecause there once was a dayIn which I had so bright a dreamIt shined the darkest night awayFor a silver celestia.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2117044/ It's just human nature,We hate change.Some are content with living the same lifeEvery day.Maybe I'm just a free spirit,Because if I lived the same lifeEvery day, I would free my spirit.I've pushed people to get through thingsWith all the might I can musterAnd they hung their feet forwardSaying .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2092632/ Something to consider that might help our perspectives. 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It may help in the long run. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2090714/ Here in crowds of peopleLooks passing there and between,None looking at me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2090707/ I don't have much time left you knowBecause the bloody front called for meAnd rang out church bells where I goUntil fire smoke is the last thing I see.Scratched and pitiful, this parchmentMay be delivered on some fateful dayJust as I will soon be delivered to repentWith these words being the only on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2089618/ Here I lay in all I am becomeIn silent letters who make my bedSomething of a perverse nightmareThat I never wished to find.Nothing about it is treacherousNone of them act hateful.They are my hidden inside selfConcealed ages ago in confusion.So see what this makes meAnd make me what you will.Everythi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2089607/ This certainly wasn't the best night I've had in a while. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2086610/ Just a few things I thought up while spending the day in the city http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2086497/ I am peppered, I warrant, for this world.Each little piece of me has been ripped outGiven away willingly and tossed into wind.I cannot be swept away because the breeze travels right through me.You were struggling with it all so I gave you my earsAnd listened to the pained choir of your heart.You sti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2085909/ I took a stroll in the streets todayand found the loneliest person amidst manywho stood and watched the worldas it passed indifferently around him.His eyes were tired and his expression hung lowwith a longing look in the distancebut I could tell that he saw nothingwhen he snapped bac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2085573/ He's on his way to carry us awayOn the road where every long life lay.Walking and wandering through and fromWhere the breeze passes through trees with a humFinding croaking frogs and flint black felinesSlinking through tall hemlocks and spiny pines.Upon this path all of our souls travelUntil the old.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2085447/ Hold me above the world and let me dieUntil every piece of me spills from high.Let the judgmental glares of all that seeView the curdling blood within fall out free.In the crimson pool my story be writWhile my memory is lost to the pit.A minuscule friendship shall send parcel,Praying joyous love and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2084049/ A baker sits looking out the into the vast fieldkneading lumps of dough until they yield.Sitting out in the field is a father and sonwho cherish the game the boy just won.A rolling pin flattens the sweetnessinto a canvas of tasty endlessness.The baker wants the dough just like the kidand in the end .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2083644/ I had someone I fell in love to,Not one stealing gazes from you,Just from me.She was the only thing i could see.Who I could only think aroundAnd sent my heart aboundEvery time I saw or heardA glance or a word.I craved just one touchBut a hand was too much.A coward's soul like mineCouldn't cross that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2081593/ Something we all dream of having. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2081582/ Beauty beats bright in the ominous stillWhich cannot be bested by any pill,Penetrated by any lonesome lightSeeking to break the solemn night.Quiet loneliness quickly descendsAs the moon casts pale light to the endsOf Earth and removes all worry, Quelling all people's great hurryUntil it hushes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2081053/ I met a very special man todaywho goes by the name of Mister Grey.He told me of the time he sailedupon crashing seas he never faileduntil his back cracked all aboutand he had to retire without a pout.Next to him was a renowned chef,who wanted me to call him Polnareff.A frenchman in America with a th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2077744/ A short tale of the moon and the stars. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2077266/ We love to love when the air is alive,encircling body and soul in a gustof something mind cannot contrive,and knowing that follow it we must,as forth we are called for our heatof passion that engulfs the spirit so.Befuddling my head like ships in a fleet,all thought drowning deeper each row,each stu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2077249/ A word from the abyss of unreason,Chatter unexpectedly out of seasonThat permeates so clear and so needed,But has never wanted to be heeded.Reach outArms spindling in the words presented,A gentle embrace not to be resentedFor it shall bring light into the darkOn the heart where hell left it's mark. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Conah/2077189/ Wander the world with me, my wondrous mystery,and when the high tide strokes the starry sky,then maybe you'll reveal yourself from 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