http://slow.writerscafe.org/beasleya The original writings of author Amy Craig Beasley en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776205556 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My Ekphrasitic Poem as a Villanelle - A study of Hokusai's "The Great Wave" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/1147160/ Ok - this week - the pantoum - http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/1139237/ My hand at vilanelle - Inspired by a da in my garden - trying my hand at the square foot method. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/1135786/ I can be For youWhoeverYou want MeTo Be  I can beFor themA nameThat they chase  And all they FindIs an empty pile of clothesThat clothed Me Once  FoolsFooled So easily But your eyes Saw meWho I am All of me And no matter what I d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/1034295/ fierce I see you  so beautiful so new  a soul swith  and I know what you know  eyes cut a mouth taunt  to be me again  rain rain rain  cars and stunts  lights  action acting &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/963712/ elevator    close    coughcough elevator  pound     poundsmoke elevatorburncoughthe rising smoke curling fingers grab myneckcoughpound poundpoundhotstrangleouta call help me ---ring rin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/963706/ how sad - he felt his heart would break intoyoung love young one with tears to fall so true du dum! du dum! du dum! du dum! du dum!du dum! du dum! du dum! du dum! du dum! but then let's grin, he at a dance did spy afoot aface a love a girl to take and make his one his bride.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/857967/ Death of her father, ‘venge the death His sword he grips with heart and mind Still, fingers to him, gripped so tight He is, but a string of words, at play  And he falls with all of his weight  To climb within the tomb again  And to wait &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/844149/ Today is winter solstice! I am inspired ---I write - but I am also waiting for more entries to the contest I created - ---- Write about winter and submit to WINTER ---- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/844090/ red orange glow a glitting light  and warmth andin the kitchen the cabbage cooks with the carrotsand the onion and the mushrooms   and the   wine is on the table  with the cheese and the crac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/843759/ watching on the horizon the subtle movementof the clouds today  contrast with that northernstar  fixed in the heavens  I think that that star is there so that I can find you  or rather  so that you can char.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/843744/ rumble  --- helllooooohellloooo the mountains shake and return my calls  only crow answers and takes his seat with me in these red rock halls  rabiit on a stick and  lizard  and  a sip of the water  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/843665/ Calibrate for me If you will  That measuring tape That we keep In the drawer    In the kitchen I think   Adjust it just so  And thenMeasure me right  because I have invited myself To your goatcheese party And I just.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/841632/ droplets  drawn  by theclouds  defyinggravity  appear to dance along the water's edgebefore they  dissipate  andtherein that mistI walk  past the pond and through the blackberries and roses so sweet and  across.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/840804/ περικοπή, "a cutting-out" the pericopeof my reasoning is marginalized by your being and I am wondering why   you are the orange in a room full of purple      http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/840765/  electrifying  you �" so like Prometheus channeled  the force of fire  into my icy limbs  and shocked me into existence  and left me  you did not  even teach me  how to speakw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/840718/  Will you help me Clean the windows The LightIs just Not getting Through And I Can see me Looking back out At meIn all Of thatGrime That Has collected In time  And  Then Walk ourDog  Could we Do that Together &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/840699/ Is that really you  here? And if I google youWill I findMe? How will I know when to trustwhat to put my faith in  Will it beWhen the silver and the goldWrap around our fingers? Will it be then? Across the fissure.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/840693/ rocking back and forth in the wind  swingingandtwisting  here and there  the metalchime is cool  reflecting a cold heat  away  while articulating in a moon-like way the suggestionsthat lie on the tip of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/840682/ I write I writeI write  into a writer's block and spin around and spin around and spin and spin and spinaround tillon the ground I fall stop  breathing and thenbeat beat beat  I hear the sound a streaming soundthat gleams and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/834717/ Written after reading Macbeth again after so many years --- AND - don't foret to submit to my contest that will continue through Jan. 2 - MUCH ADO ABOUT THE BARD http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/829107/ hellothereand helloagain the sun is so yellow and the clouds are sofew And you look sunny too I rememberwhen we first met under that umbrella the sky was the color of dark     http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/827775/ silence  and I wait  where I last heard you playing on the wires that lead to my brain just the other day you were preparing the table  and we were  so beautiful together  you and Ihighlighted by that red skyand the cry.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/826171/  ......too many wordsand too many syllables of course and too many beat beat beats to count  too many obstaclesto call it random  call it random life   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/826160/ shifting while sifting throughmy mail...thereand thereand  there-it-is-againdid you hear it?that on the ground and all aroundthe crashing soundohjusta droplet  again and againblipdripdrop a letterwould be n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/825605/ the power went blickblinkfizzz and his writing  lost  write again? wrongbecausethe song  is gone ~  and that old muse with the pretty smileand the sweetstrain has flown  the bluescreen  so apatheticnow .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/824288/ --- really this one is for me - but I'm sharing --- though it is really just a act of procrastination http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/824085/ I know you knowand so I speak to entreat you to sayall that that is between us  is just a laugh out loud and a dissapated cloud that had become a castle once and then a ship and then a dragon  but  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/824076/ ....in thinking across waters http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/823942/ yell into the canyonhear the ground tremble and feelthe coreshift catch the words againball them in a fist tightening with passionand dissipatingin the weightand in the dream that will be or not and I drifttoward the magnet that pullsrelentlessley andc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/823925/ con nect wit meeeur tear eyed blue ride n smiles a dart here and there with a stich and a huehem of green and bluetoo sur pri ze me too soonwit ur good bye li ne ed lacelookin up 2 c ur clouds busting in the re ign ing light    of mel an col ee for mee 2.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/823918/ There is an addiction to newnessTo the sudden powAnd the instant wowThat keeps people Carrying out the trash And pulling out the card And With Buying powerDemanding nothing that willLast A throw-away society Transient Torn and radically removedFrom the patch And the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/780413/ glittering through the glassthe words you asked me fall now to the floorand are implored to speak to speak and to speak againresound with me if you willbe so kindand I will unwindenoughto hearyou http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/774068/ pound poundblingpound pound beattossthe copper into the firetwist and turn it till it glows and curl it to yourself sparksignitable me here when I see your blue silversmith smile there in the smoke of the forge http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/771013/ beep beep morning to night to morning beep beep rollthis will only hurt a bit here - take this it is for the pain and this - so that won't eat away your stomachbeepbeepprod push pull the hospital RNCPCNwhere is the doctor?the PLANpain control and activity a must therapy doit todayno waita bath.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/770412/ It is morningand the sky is emptyand the streets are full of beggarsand their cries for food...because there is no rainit is morningand the sun is yellowand the rivers run red and blackand they carry grief on their backs...because grief is theirs to be carriedit is morningand I am weeping STOPand I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/770400/ curled within this chairI am no longer curiouslean and lankand pearledto the 9s the timeisand will never behere againbareyour teethshowyourselfspeakYou didrepairyou didprepareand sonowdare to be realcan you berealif notjust fadeaway and leave me dreamlessand sleeping dressedpressedpreparedandwilling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/766076/ a rain day poem - Tanka style http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/764791/ once i lived in a straw hut that I had built on the edge of a dark wood - and my walk home each night was magical http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/764504/ trying for a poem a day - this is what came out for today ~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/763938/ just the other day, my son made the comment that I was getting too civilized ~ this poem came to me when I was thinking about his observations ~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/762937/ Can the fates be fated? Thinking about the next chapter in a book I am writing ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/762155/ the moon this month is called the dog moon by some - this poem is for that moon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/beasleya/761345/