http://slow.writerscafe.org/runopuffin The original writings of author Runo N. Savel en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776108805 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Seul dans mon litPas des bras pour me tenirPas de l’amour pour me garderJe me vois la main videPrête pour la tienneMais tu n’es pas icitteTu vis dans un mondedifférentSéparés par 215 kilomèt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/1458229/ Avec ce poèmeJ’écris mon c�"ur Je traduis les poulsJe révèle les mots  Avec ce poèmeJe te donne la mainUne main videL’est prête pour la tienne Avec ce .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/1458227/ J’ai vu lesjournées meilleures Mes champs ontinondésLes pins n’ontpas vus la neigeIls ontoubliés la lumière de l’hiverIls connaissantla pluie de l’été seulement Leurs bra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/1453191/ Couldn't come up with a title for this one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/1431153/ This is just Part 1 of the story. More to come! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/1394790/ A vision unclearYet another sleepless nightWhere do I go now?He is but humanHe deserves a second chanceTo try for a thirdThere is no magicSays the broken enchantressOf the human heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/1388831/ ¿Dónde estás?Te espero los brazosQue me quedan seguroTe espero la caraLlena de luzMás fuerte que el solLa oscuridad se destiñeLa capturasLa escondes de míNo sé cómo lo hacesCada vezEres mágico.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/1386594/ Sitting on the riverside http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/1376921/ Escrito en mi lengua segunda. Quizá traduzca este poema en otras idiomas cuando tenga la oportunidad. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/1338991/ Myshadow screams a name that is not mine ownItbelongs not to a soul that I have ever known“Eindride!”it will yell, “Eindride!” it will cryAs ifthe name’s bearer will longingly reply:“I amback from my journey; I will leave thee no more.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/1304624/ Onthe bank of the river, I’ll wait for theeI’llwait right here under the white birch treeIhave no idea when you might arriveNordo I know if you are even aliveIknow neither your name nor your heart’s desireYouare, though, what my heart doth requir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/1294208/ I've been trying to get back into poetry with a rhyme scheme and some sort of set form. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/1288991/ It’sgood to know my placePushedto the waysideIreach out my handItgets pushed awayMyhand grows colderLosingfeelingGoingnumbImight just retreatCutmy lossesSavemyselfWhileI still canGooff into the darknessOnmy own path.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/1286537/ Free-form, I suppose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/1258488/ An experiment in fictional letter writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/1241725/ In times of uncertainty, I write. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/1135619/ The opening paragraph to a new story titled "Lessons Learned." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/1111226/ Introductory paragraph to an upcoming short story called "Melt." The story will be a sequel to "I Promise." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/1109182/ ¿Dónde vive mi alma? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/1093830/ Love is not always comforting http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/1093221/ From my old notebook, ca. 2008-2009 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/1081318/ From my old notebook, ca. 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/1081315/ From my old notebook, ca. 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/1081313/ Maybe then my skin would not be untouched... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/1080990/ I ask to the sky... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/1080988/ A language of my own creation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/999981/ Your shadow never comes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/996443/ It speaks for itself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/983224/ Two more haikus http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/983214/ Interpret as you will http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/941782/ I wrote this one a few years ago. Just putting it online. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/941776/ Baila conmigo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/912219/ No te quiero, ¿por qué pienso de tí? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/912217/ Teníamos que escribir unos microcuentos en una clase. Un microcuento es un cuento que tiene 40 palabras o menos. Escribí tres microcuentos. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/831373/ Lo que diría... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/826587/ Haiku #3 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/826257/ Just two haikus that I wrote for an English class last year. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/793179/ Head up high... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/788093/ I tend to begin my short stories with an internal monologue from a main character. This one is from my upcoming short story "Alive." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/788076/ I can never escape... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/788074/ Something almost everyone can relate to... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/787209/ Let the raven fly where it can spread its wings. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/780731/ The LGBT community is still fighting for civil rights in the United States. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/780730/ It was too late now for any kind of dove http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/780729/ I hear your steps as you look back http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/780728/ He reads the pages of a broken book http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/780725/ Under the starts of a winter without snow... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/780721/ Love isn't always what it seems http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/780714/ Love isn't always what it seems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/780712/ Love isn't always what it seems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/runopuffin/780711/