http://slow.writerscafe.org/sebeth204 The original writings of author S. E. Butler en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775964336 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 INCOMPLETE - finish later. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sebeth204/2027345/ Wash of paint on concreteWhich by the highway stands,Or careful smear of oilFrom cautious, practiced hands -Symbol of defianceOr vision from the heart,Different strokes for different folks,But everything is art. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sebeth204/2027341/ If I were to escape,To change just for one day,I think I'd like to be a bird -Lovely, feathered, fey.Or perhaps I'd like to beA dainty butterfly -I would prove to the whole worldThat the small can also fly.On the other hand, perhaps I'd chooseTo be an angel of the skies,With cloud-white, fluffy, fea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sebeth204/2027340/ There is a universe on my bookshelf:A hundred places,A thousand worlds,A million lives.They all live there peacefully,Blissfully unaware of their neighbors,As time soars by.In the evenings,I travel to this crowded universe -Every night,It begs me to stay. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sebeth204/2027339/ TickTockTickTockTime is immortal(For who is boundBy their own nature)Which chases lifeAnd holds back deathAll at onceWithout failWithout falteringWithout freeingTickTockTickTockTime is evanescentBoth there and notFor people are too(The mouse has fallenHe is dead)And so are weWe are deadYet we live o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sebeth204/2027338/ A poem about depression. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sebeth204/2027335/