http://slow.writerscafe.org/meldon44 The original writings of author David Michael en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775979523 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A lullaby for Mae Lea on her 3rd birthday http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/1954258/ A poem of the simplest, purest expression of love.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/1928923/ Tightly-woven friends are not easily broken... except from within http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/1126632/ He raises his middle finger to the sky, wet with secrets, testing the Wind.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/1126625/ The field waits, dreaming and yearning, for someone to dig deep and plant seed... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/1050964/ Dawn breaks, and the petals are ready for the sun's touch, craving his warmth... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/1050959/ Mother Earth, Father Time, united once again after generations uncounted... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/1050948/ Languid, intimate play of the swaying branches, resting beside the river... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/1050944/ The tension of growing heat, the sweet release of sun's arrival - a new day... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/1050887/ In the darkness, nature catches her breath at their union, tender, pleasing... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/1050882/ Eternally they chase, ever-longing, seldom-touching, Earth's body always lying between... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/1050878/ A compilation of poetry that features the beauty of nature in its endless erotic dance... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/1050875/ Two rivers entwine in the dance of love... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/1047500/ Inspired by L'Etoile Bleue (Joan Miró). The painting made me think of the garden of Gethsemane during Christ's passion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/795620/ Heatwave shimmers in Yopo haze... Unexpressed words, hidden melodies http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/793833/ Calling, yearning... desires arise. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/787040/ A short tale of remembering the dark past, tossing it aside, and starting anew... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/762595/ Whose virtues are hidden vices and who sees it not, he is most depraved ~ Andreas John Herrick http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/761614/ A smooth jazz feel. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/735690/ In the style of a lay or ballade. Written with an influence from Tolkien. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/735300/ A lullaby. In a Celtic style, lilting 6/8 meter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/735292/ Love is at once painful and blissful http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/735288/ To accompany a bouquet on Valentine's day... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/735283/ A dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep ~ Disney's Cinderella http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/735277/ If love is the number one reason for writing poetry, the loss of love surely is the next. ~ Andreas John Herrick http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/735259/ As if it hasn't been said before, and more eloquently, here is another exploration into comparisons of beauty. My VERY FIRST poem! (So don't read too critically...) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/735224/ The cry of confusion, the pang of loss - these spark such strange sayings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/735210/ If there is ever a time that I am free and time slips away in a different direction, it is when I am enjoying that childhood past-time . . . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/735203/ A late night after an alley-way metal concert, Hasting's parking lot, fun conversation, a single street light - a sketch of a moment in time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/meldon44/735195/