http://slow.writerscafe.org/DixieDawn The original writings of author DixieDawn en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776534981 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sweet autumn of my memory oh that sweet time bye and byebare cotton fields and bales of hayfallen leaves the color of ryebrisk breeze that brushed the strands of my hairwhen pecans I did pickfrom a tree in granny's old back yardperched there beside the creekI can feel it now if I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/747041/ At the sunrise of one Georgia morningI sat with in a field of pure green grass,even that grass of home, watching,as a light breeze blew each blade, presenting to me its own dance of life.Dew had cried upon them, those blades,becoming to me tear drops,those of southern soldiers, hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/747040/ The heaven of my life cries with humblenesswhen it is I have  found my relationship with theeIn mine hour of darknessthou has comeembracing these weak shoulders with a touch of thy peaceI have found, in life's painsolace within thy realmeven a solace of sitting upon mine.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/747038/ A fall pear in a basket at the market lay colored with red covering its green.  I always loved those red pears, my favorite in the fall and so I splurged paying the higher price for a taste.  I picked it up this morning from a basket of fruit siting on my table, I thought it a good .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/747037/ Today winter breaks its season now beginswith giant fluffy snowflakes  allowing me to see what the past was thenA vessel they are, or mirror one might saylifting the veil from my eyescapturing old southern winter daysthe first snow one year, how it was loved sofor not ofte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/747035/ I sat on the benchlooking down the street to findand then it appeared that old 759how could it be I thoughta bus to be such a friendbut it seemed to lift my spirits every time I entered in taking me to places that my soul did so adoreto places from my lifelong ago in Portugal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/747034/  I sat on the benchlooking down the street to findand then it appeared that old 759how could it be I thoughta bus to be such a friendbut it seemed to lift my spirits every time I entered in taking me to places that my soul did so adoreto places from my lifelong ago in Po.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/747033/ The scent of him lingered,upon the pillow, where his head had lainshe placed her face upon it, the intoxication bringing him again. Wrapped about her body,draped the last shirt he had worn,left in its state carrying him,she felt his arms, yet, forlorn.Crying and crying, almost dr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/747031/ How weary thou must grow of mesurely my tears become exhaustingfor thou has told me all that I desireyet I sit allowing my heart to bleedThis pain is something I've never feltand has taken my soul by surprisethe chains of despair shackling themselves to my heartAs I struggle to b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/747030/ I sit outside, clumped in a chair, neath this tree that I've found, hearing the song of the whippour-wills and then I feel it, It comes the breeze, the breeze that brings you back to me.  Its nice to know you didn't leave me alone.  That even in your new world, you still love me .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/747029/ My mind is encompassed by my heart,my thoughts live in dreams,relieved by romantic poetry,and I wonder, who it is,that has written these lines,I am somewhere I am not,and different from who I am,yet, not so, for when i wake,who I am is my soul and we are one,I feel him and I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/747028/ In a dream I saw meselling my soul for hemy mistakes to great for redemptionthough my heart is now pureits not enough to endurethe darkness seeping inthrough those little holesof humannessI love I cannot denybut so respectfulI do abideits innocence I will always protect.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/747026/ Me Thinks I saw a twinkling this nightfallin' from the skyso I closed my eyes and made a wishpraying a cowboy to ride byWrangler jeans and dusty old bootsa stetson tattered and tornthe look of a king it is to metrue cowboy's owns my heart.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/747025/ I wonder why you don't come anymoremy life is so empty without youwaiting for you in dreams of blueheartaches I havenow rend me numbBlaming myself that your gonethis a true mother always will feeland the only way to gain peaceis to know for sure you've safely moved onIts stil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/747023/ The sun is shinning bright outsideyet, even still, does come the rainout of nowhere they do appearstorms of the night during the dayThe feeling is nostalgicas drops fall upon the treeshitting dirt that lay lifeless on the groundthey wash away all that came to beA cleansing for ea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/747021/ I long for yesterday when the morning brought you to me  and the music in my ears was the whisper of your heartDo you remember those days when love was free and abundant with its kiss when no one held your favor but I and a glow swept across my face one could see.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/747020/ Honeysuckle on the vinewe picked those flower budssucking the sweet nectarfrom the petalsas we walked through fields of cloverrunning our hands through tall waving weedsthe sun so brightit beat down upon our headsand we used the tail end of our shirtswiping the sweatso simple lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/747013/ Oh Morning Dove, where have you goneyour voice I cannot hear,as I awaken to, the days of my life,and you seemed to have disappeared,your song, so sweet, yes a part of my soulnow I search both day and night,to find you, bring you back to me,and again bask in your light,Oh Morning .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/747010/ PTSD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/747008/ the meaning of the Dawn http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/747006/ If only that one knew the truth of my heartpriorities, desiresliving within my soulthat one would see how hard I workto always make things rightto always love to the fullestto conduct myself in a manner of lightIts never been my goal to be difficultto be complicatedin fact I've a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/747004/ If only that one knew the truth of my heartpriorities, desiresliving within my soulthat one would see how hard I workto always make things rightto always love to the fullestto conduct myself in a manner of lightIts never been my goal to be difficultto be complicatedin fact I've a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/747001/ If I could, but lay,in the tall green grass,where daisies breathe, and butterflies dance,Barefoot I'd be with just you and me,watching clouds in the sky,as they saunter freely.Blades of green, weave into our toes,and magnolia tree blossoms,tickle our nose,his name is th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/746999/ Oh Lord my God,my rock and my salvation,I beseech thee, with hope,that thou will hear my cries,and deliver me, from the probation of my mind.Yet who am I,that would deserve such a gift,when so many others,truly suffer.Even so,I need thee,and it is, that I wish,I wasn't so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/746997/ I saw you there, as you walked by,in the dusk of the night,a shadow by your side,and I knew you, the scent you left behind,I've inhaled it before,somewhere in time.I watched you there,just drifting past,even the air around us,seemed a memory to last.Would you remember,I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/746995/ You must be breathing easy,now that your finally rid of me,now that I'm not begging, from you to be esteemed.what a fool I must have looked like,all this time all these years,begging you to keep me on,for I love you as my friend so dear.I will push myself ,upon you no more,yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/746992/ You must be breathing easy,now that your finally rid of me,now that I'm not begging, from you to be esteemed.what a fool I must have looked like,all this time all these years,begging you to keep me on,for I love you as my friend so dear.I will push myself ,upon you no more,yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/746989/ Dear BJ and Julie, Do You know why I write to you every night, because you are forever my children, and I love you.  You are the same to me as your brother and sister that live here, though you live beyond the veil.  I want you to know that I believe in you, you live just as we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/746987/ Thank you for asking,to know why people cry,here I go,guess I can give it a try.Let me give you my list,for I'm so very tired,if I give it away,maybe I'll be less inspired.Two of my children have died,they were three and twenty,my son and my daughter,that's more than plenty.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/746982/ A faded curtain dances and waves,from the wind as it does play,making life from long ago,seem still existent,in this old southern home.Beyond the rotted window frame,lies a story of love unfeigned,childhood friends they were you see,maybe a story,of you and me.Can you smell i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/746980/ I know that my Redeemer Lives http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/746979/ I want this picture to be a picture of you and mehow I want to live in this timewith a life so simple and freehe looks a bit gallant with his hat tipped just sothe tip of his boot in the dirtjust like someone I now knowalways looking downno she can't meet his eyestwiddling wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/746977/ after the poem is gone http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/746974/ Saudade (singular) or saudades (plural) (pronounced [sɐ.uˈdaðɨ] or [sawˈdaðɨ], is a Portuguese language word difficult to translate adequately, which describes a deep emotional state of nostalgic longing for something or someone that one was fond of and which i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/746973/ Backward among the dusky years,pieces of life reminiscent do lay,in a place longing to be remembered,a place where many hearts do wish to stay.Trunks full of memories sit lost and alone,dust clothes the facets of their face,reflections lost to time and wear,now sleep in a restless gr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/746898/ contest prompt using a line from Hardy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/746897/ Perhaps long hence, when I have passed away,remembrance upon your heart may weigh,a memory shared beneath a sky of blue,with hope, a smile, as love begins anew,But when I’m gone, the fate that waits for me,so near yet far, across the veil you’ll see,me scribing works defini.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/746896/ When I think some times as I do now,about how badly life can feel,and how I know I don't fit the scene,people surely turn away when I come near.I wonder then when these thoughts hit,how Joseph Smith, the man, must have felt,for even his friends that pledged their love,turned their ba.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DixieDawn/746894/ Faith, and endurance gave us the west, which sits gallantly among its people. 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