http://slow.writerscafe.org/debbysmiles The original writings of author Debby Carlson en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776093296 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Forgetfulness has made its country your redMouth,And I, the memory holder, cry.I listen as you speak;watch each change of expressionand try to decideif red is your color.I bleed life upon those lipstrying to give backwhat was lost,but the lines are blurred   and I don't thinkwe can ever go home.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/debbysmiles/750034/ Zero.The number of me without Christ.Null, void, non-existant.Oblivious to all.I would have to dieto find life; be rebornin the Savior's arms.I would have to allow my heartto count the stars,feel His power and knoweach one He made without flaw.Only then will zero lend itselfto the addition of one.On.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/debbysmiles/750031/ Barren trees christened, stiff with crystallized branches,whites on frozen bark,glazed as winter holds court, Shrouded and spiraling into air heavy with the solids of snowflakes,frigid air curtains blow openupon frosted grass,So beautiful and deceiving;this hard deep cold,caught rigid and lonelyin t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/debbysmiles/750024/ Innocence beforethe first blush has fadedwhen hearts race in playful cadence,reading feelings yet not spokenmagical dances timeless and  unbroken. Just a whisperand the brush of a hand,fingers entwine without command,Oh sweet love fresh as a spring daybelieving this kindness .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/debbysmiles/746965/ This silence is broken            and I consider all the voicesin my head, just don't know if they're mine to answer,                                    wonder if my fragmented sel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/debbysmiles/746959/ She can spread herself open and only feelthe surface,and on that -will not allow  the trickle of a tearto stain her veneer: iron maiden she is.She keeps life out.The sun sets and rises with its red glowand bright rays,but she walks between them-her tip-toes scrape the sides of lifebut there is .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/debbysmiles/746290/ You were my life saver,            The whole world seemed to move on not noticing                        there was this huge hole                      &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/debbysmiles/746206/ In a half light,where west meets eastyou came to me and we sat,backs against my old willow, Its weepings were we,coated and sticky as branches,reaching for each otherwrapped together,    Our nights met many morningswithin the graceful shadings.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/debbysmiles/746202/