http://slow.writerscafe.org/redolentquill The original writings of author Redolent Quill en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776038610 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The lampshade quivers Shadows push the walls Lumps seep down my voice Your toes twitch,head sinks In my heart warms a Throbbing emptiness What is there to do What is there to want In the now of things       &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redolentquill/736744/ One moment , one withinI am waiting for pain To submerge me and my stainsAnd another moment just thereI say noNo moreI can’tHold me and cry (don’t pretend to be dry)Bury your tears in my heartI will curl around themLike dark squeezed to lightUntil the freezing of Scathed, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redolentquill/736129/ Fish a book of liesOut of a mossy well of lifeAnd sweep off its ashesWhen they have soiledThree days upon your stepsLeading to browning lifeAnd greening hopeWhich needs burningGreedily chasingThe purple of those dreamsHunting with tearsShielding with smokeCraving for a browning greenA greening brown.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redolentquill/736127/ Some things never change Like the gleam in your eyes when you say ‘forever’Like your breath pushing you from withinAnd you know this time its ‘now or never’After you smirked and grew so downThe sheepish smile still bluffs Its obvious you sneer at your freedomTrying .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redolentquill/736126/ Moving from moment to moment Learning and attempting to unlearn The inhibitions of two decades Wielded deep within Hovering between virtue and sin Searching the nameless with words Gaping to know the feel of the absent Swinging from the quiet to the noise Aski.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redolentquill/736124/ A delicate ray descendsUnuttered on a dew-pearlAnd in her grace, rendersCurved hues, in a rainbow swirlBeneath, a tender petal shiversThe floret smiles, redolentMorning beams in assentWithering awayWith the fading eveningDoes not swayThe flower from blooming Amidst the beadingOf magical starsGr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redolentquill/736123/ Is it too much to set love freeFrom the prison of heartsWhen after seasons of snowRocks write odes of wild flowersTo the wandering warmth of springIs a crystal more preciousThan the songs of rootsThan the memories perishedAnd secretly treasuredOf humble rustlesOf crumbling leavesIs a crystal mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/redolentquill/736122/