http://slow.writerscafe.org/Serendipityplea The original writings of author May Fosnes en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776138906 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 What is this nonsense I produce?Could it be my tongue was set too loose? From lack of structure, discipline, so obtuse. Fancy to think I once was a poet-but that magic stopped and I know it.  Oh shoot, did I mess up the rhyme scheme? Well, that would be so obscene. Ah, I know, I k.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipityplea/2556627/ I love with as love that is more than love,met in consequence of lack of love that is compensated with love.I praise God everyday, thankful for anywayI can be the master of my life.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipityplea/2556580/ An ubiquitous entity deprived and kissing the earth that has buried it.Human touch, pulse back and forth, eyes shut and reopen, lips quiver and twitch.Feel what it means nothing and everything.Are we creation and destruction? 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Jane was running.Jane was running fast.Eyeliner still in place,tears streamed down her face.Her arms bloodied and stained... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipityplea/2465281/ Sweet, Suzy Qexclaimed: "Oh! My favorite song!"She reached her hand out toput two fingers on the knob.She threw her head back and laughed.The wind kissed her soft skin.She put on her favorite bubblegum-pink nail polishand wore her cutest, tiniest mini skirt, her favorite. It was spring .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipityplea/2465280/ I dreamed this morningyou came to my bed. I was naked, but you didn't care.I rose to receive my kiss,but then remembered, and held you in exchange.I like to believe you came for me,to tell me of your regret. You probably came to absolve your guilt.Though, I'm already aware.Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipityplea/2465266/ How dowe choose the direction we live?When was the last time you kissed your knees goodnight?Is music taste genetic? Who is talking right now? Can the voice that bubbled out from my stomach,through my throat, using my hands,be my friend? Do you think they're lonely? I w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipityplea/2465205/ Do you think butterflies know they can fly? Or do they still feel that they are in their cocoon?Do flowers know when they bloom? Will it ever believe it is not a seed? I guess, it's just me with that desperate need.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipityplea/2465204/ I wonder whenthe time will comefor me to be close enoughto your earso I can inquire,"Where did you get that scar?" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipityplea/2465203/ If the letters line up,I'll write them.Either way. And if the sound, makes your head pound. I'll pluck your pain away.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipityplea/2465201/ Rebirthfrom earth.No, I don't want to write about plums. Silly, fruity, flirty.When I finally discover what I'm saying,  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipityplea/2465199/ Hey Diddle Diddle,the cat and the fiddle saw the cow,high over the moon. The cat, the fiddle,oh, and,little Diddle Diddlefollowed the dish and the spoon. The cow and the moonsitting in the skywatched them tryto reach up high. The cat, the fidd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipityplea/2465185/ Scream!!!!Can that be a poem?I feel a voice in my body thatmustgetout.Find me a place toscream!!!Am I even brave enough to capitalize?The lettersdying to let out.Where is the peace?I've said my piece.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipityplea/2465184/ Remember that I have always felt this way.I will always be this way.Will I always be this way? I praynot.Be that it may,I want to feel things. Tightness on my wrist.The writing on my skin.I beg to be in painI beg to be plain.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipityplea/2465183/ Succulent deep red,dripping down the lipswith one big bitestarting with the hips. After one bite, there is no end.Another one.Another one,chew and chew again.After one, there is no endCome back for more,again and again.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipityplea/2465182/ There is a Regina Spekor song“Thought I’d cry for you forever,but I couldn’t,so I didn’t”I never thought I would forget your name. Days pass by and people do too;But, a name is a name and the spelling the same.I never thought I would forget your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipityplea/2465181/ I don’t know when it happened.Maybe as a college freshman?Maybe I widely stepped in.Maybe I felt it at the hair salonwith male eye gaze,cat calls in front of the store.Or when they talked of lipstick?Stains on coffee cups.Maybe i saw it on the groundblackened by lit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipityplea/2465180/ I love my mother,but she done me wrong.Count the waysshe fucked up my brain,just look at my dog.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipityplea/2465179/ IAmARay of LightI AmStretching outTo TouchYour Skin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipityplea/2465140/ Mary Oliver said: if life were only pain and logic,who would want it?Yes, of course. If it weren't for that, our compass would swaysouth-south east- north. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipityplea/2465139/ Here you arepreoccupied. Waiting for that perfect moment. Desperately trying to attachmeaning to the moment. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipityplea/2465138/ Who is closer to God:the man or the bird? But the bird does not know His name!The bird knows in the same manner as the Child.So who? 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I want to die.and by that I mean I want to go;I mean I can't brea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipityplea/2166871/ Gracious I have my poetry.Gracious I have a cup of green tea. I sip all I want, and refuse an ink blot.The only spill I need is my pen.Should I send you this poem? I'm feeling less brave,maybe a little naive - surely not.I am a woman,and a woman is hot.Is this all nonsense,or nonsense i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipityplea/2166869/ I want to be touched,but I also want to be left be. Let me choose when. Touch me here, touch me there -point a, b, and c. I have the luxuryof being myself.You have the luxury, of touching yourself. This is my body, I don't give a f**k.This is my body, don't run a m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipityplea/2166867/ I gave you the gift of Desireto sit on the back porchso that you could avoidavoiding eye contactand pretending not to heara quiet, hollow, hello.You gave me the habitof flicking lighters with my middle fingerand lyingto my boyfriend when I say, I love you-  hollow. You also g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Serendipityplea/2166865/