http://slow.writerscafe.org/limyesq The original writings of author Donald Meikle en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776166072 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I know it does not have to rhymeand I don't have to take the timethe rhythm does however matterAs all my thoughts so ever clatterInto this world of ever changeAswirl in constant disarrangeIt seems the constancy of notHas once again retied the knotThat holdeth me so close to theerattling on so tied a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limyesq/1750732/ All these damned hillsRising before meFalling behindand white foambobbling around myever tiring running feetIs there no endwhere am I goingWhy did I everLeave shoreagaindeLila http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limyesq/1713571/ Tuesday and almost tenThoughts form as wielded penHovers surreal o'er hidden blankSo few things matter nowNo time to wonder howThe coffee's goneand still not dressedThis twisting sylph is not the bestAs nothing twirls her serpent curlsand boredom takes a restWhat is this form iam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limyesq/1711856/ as she dices carrots with ginger then puts the zucchini to boilI sit sipping in patient reverence feeling poetry of moments sharedSo sets another Monday sun in shivered darknessPinot Grigio sits well upon two tongues  as pork chops sizzleanticipation waxes me poetic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limyesq/1706467/ left hand picks up the brick as the right scoops out the proper amount of mortar, first pushing it to pile then filling  the trowel, a shake downward with a faster stop sets the mortar in place as the brick base is presented face up to be dressed for application, The trowel can no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limyesq/1693986/ f**k'm all but six.  save them for pallbearers.Then I started picking' the six.Couldn't find that many.S'pose this is where I lower my self esteem.Really?Pick your own!'s'not so easily done is it?Cremation's so much easier.All y've gorra do is pick oneThen it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limyesq/1691965/ To stand and judge a pile of stones .  To consider the order of their use,and change it without picking up the first.       To take a wide brush,white paint unstirred,a waiting empty canvas,  see the brushstroke edges form windows to the hidden picture,&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limyesq/1681172/           To sit in a corner of a Welsh pub on a slow Wednesday, sipping a slow black stout occasionally enough to satisfy the barkeep, trying not to smile as the girls switch to Symric to discuss my curiosity and appearance.          Gone are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limyesq/1681114/ The boat rocks but not enough to disturb my viewClouds change shape slowly Setting sun spotlights green liver birds on red towersA mussel seeker sculls by standing,  his oar sometimes a caneThe pier is crowded  with dockers talking themselves warmerA school of bait.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limyesq/1679232/ When Greed concedes to shareWhen Envy finds true loveMaybe on a wet WednesdayAs Hope feels charitableThen will I rise to an occasional smileBut slowly. very slowlyIn absolute awe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limyesq/1672883/ Famousisity slips into hidden cornersTeasetauntingly closer so far awaySometimes almost reachableBut then who needs itPrivacisity is so free to find and hide inWhere Thoughts have no limitAnd pens need no ink http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limyesq/1672880/ When raindrops slid on panes to grow and fall leaving trails for other drops to follow.When riders chaps splattered through purple sage.When oral sex meant telling dirty jokes.Back then when everything and anything was so importantAnd school meant riding on a tram full of dockers learning ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limyesq/1670881/ I wish to propose a law that politicians cannot be re elected if we owe more than we did before he/she was last electedSince their prime concern has always been re election this should slow down some spendingAnyone interested?No pork till pigs fly? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limyesq/1661416/ Lost in the colors of leavesTasting the thoughts of breakfastExchanging feelings through etherDeaf to the clutch of reality's screamingIn the blind hope that the world's getting betterSo do I blunder through waking and wonderingThirsting for that third cup of coffeeLost in the color of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limyesq/1658297/ a thripny bit  'alf a sixpence  twelve ape knees thats a shilling' two's a florin and next comes 'alf a crown That's two an six Flatnin farthins on tram tracks was fun Pennies were too big. 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He died on Father's Day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limyesq/1566021/ Viewpoints http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limyesq/1564516/ Would you like to see more of your world?Try oil paintingYou'll see colors today that you didn't yesterdayI looked at Adolf Hitler's painting yesterdayFound it quite goodChurchill's was betterBut I'd rather expected that.I'd frankly be bored to death mastering either.But give it a go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limyesq/1556101/ A pool's solar cover buried in Andromeda blossomsA rhododendron tree buried in sunburst flowersTwo multi colored waterlilies rocking in fish feeding frenzyflag iris blooming from an uprooted plastic bucketsurrounded by the persistent koi that tore it looseHumming birds sitting on feeders i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limyesq/1547486/ The hot sweet taste of tearsThe warmth of september haystacksThe high free scream of soaring hawkYour hands stroking my lower backThe soft sweet symphony of your sleeping faceThe memories of barefoot sandy seasidesThat bakery we walked by every day Cold wind on wet cheeks http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limyesq/1526400/ to sing a song of yesterdayand then the day beforeyou need to taste a memoryof then and sip some moreTo sit beside this trickling streamforgetting all and  rhyming true To spill a drop or two todayTo they who used their words to playTo drink of time without a careOf when .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limyesq/1522141/ I miss Scotland almost as much as Wales There is a freedom of soul there that consistently awes me. To stand next to ice cold water flowing by. looking down into valleys and up into mountains  at the same time. The taste of fresh caught trout fast rinsed strips of liver prior to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limyesq/1501260/ Look, then look again. Find, then take up pen.Someone will read, and see more.So waste not words, and get it rightToday, before tonight. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limyesq/1493845/ Wet soled at ebb tideLooking east in redneck prideEver ready since youth leftA kindred soul to stand besideSated  mated satisfiedSoft sweet breeze to soar and rideAs fading sunsets with us bide http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/limyesq/1491420/ I sit here, back sorely aching from moving fallen snow.wishing I had set up solar panels to melt it as it fell, or bought a war surplus machine to push it around.or an all wheel drive Ford Escape to just drive through it. 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