http://slow.writerscafe.org/climbingtree The original writings of author Daisy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775964434 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 jj and i went on a walk today http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/climbingtree/2870938/ this is a poem in response to Stephen Dobyns' poem, "ducks" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/climbingtree/2841801/ laying on my belted stomachpants rolled up to my bent, misbehaving kneesburning sand stuck to my wet legsmom’s head laying on the curve of my backi am facing away from the seahalf of my face glued to Autobiography of Red’s front coverMargo Guryan playing at the lowest volume from my phon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/climbingtree/2827059/ an old theater burned down last monthi could see the smoke from my house, i hoped that it was not someone's home, or school, or workplace,and when i found out it was a movie theater, i was relieved.but it wasn't just a movie theater,so many stories were shared in that buildingand so many people list.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/climbingtree/2763824/ easy for me to sayi was the first to call it quitsbut after all this he wants to be my friendi think i still love himbut i'd rather love him from a distancei'll hold his hand when we cross the streetbut our lips won't touchokay fine maybe oncebut nothing more than that http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/climbingtree/2313241/ its crazyi show so much loveuntil it's lovei don't know how long it will be until i know who i ambut in the meantimei'll be swinging on a dying tree http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/climbingtree/2177821/ my home is a warm, warm pond. it is crystal blue piercing my summer eyes.it’s running downtown at 10:30 on a windy saturday and whispering “goodbye” on a snowy wednesday.my home is a dog in a coma.it is not a bookstore, it is scratchy concrete.it is ridges on a dime! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/climbingtree/2164229/ i'm wondering what love is.do you have to love everything about someoneto be in love with them?is that what being in love is?is loving someone and being in love with someone the same?what am i feeling with you?and is it needed?can i say it or do i have to show it too? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/climbingtree/2163671/ you're red, orange and redhot heat and warm toneswarm tones and warm lightinga breath outi'm blue, grey and bluewind and cool tonescool tones and the darka whisper in the basementwe make purplebut it isn't as bright as beforelike, lilac?nobecause your red is now a bleeding pinkand my blue is now wat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/climbingtree/2162916/ up until this point, i've always known what was coming nexti had predictionsit was cleareri could've picked any level in any order and everything would be fineit was funi took it for granted, because nowthere's a lock over what's nexteach day i pick away at a new chapterand there's no way to skip ah.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/climbingtree/2162880/ ouch! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/climbingtree/2162799/ i wish i was alonejust me and what i seelook through my eyes, look atthe sky that has the capacity to be any color it wantsfor now it’s just blue and whitebut when i’m by myself it shows me violet and pinklook atthe waves that threaten me with their heightthey tickle my s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/climbingtree/2162642/ it felt serenelike an awakening it smelled like dust covered peachesthe same peaches in the trunkit sounded like melted iceit used to be something elseit felt like a deep breathit felt like the pond in a dream i wouldn’t dream for another three yearscan i still breathe underwat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/climbingtree/2162631/ a poem i wrote about my generation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/climbingtree/2162316/