http://slow.writerscafe.org/Steven%20Pottle The original writings of author Steven Pottle en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995402 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Tip toe silently through the dried cracked fields Not wanting to disturb your fellow fightersNot wanting to wake your foeEveryone says goodbye eventuallyFinding yourself finished with fightingBut today I am the one to go…We’ve lost our sense of directionErratic thoughts .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/539871/ “Happy new year?”Rushing aboutNothing achieved What is the point to this resented life?Stressed headsBitten nailsWhy do we go from where we always want to be?I never know which way to fall…Into your arms or straight to the floor?Since we’ve been living hereYou’ve start.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/493901/ I couldn’t sleep…should I even be sleeping?I’m still not sure as my eyes hit a dull blank wallI stare into the dark nightHoping for a glimmer of lightSome kind of signBut it’s just me, sitting up alone in bed at three in the morningSo I grab the quilt and move through to ano.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/490137/ The skyline is divided by the vast land risingAnd the sunshine cannot find the time to shineThe lack of daylight takes some getting used to…spooky and unusual But the small wooden houses on the hemline gives us that twinkle of Norwegian glow…the red wine helps alsoWe start our .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/481505/ If I could speed across the city to shelter you from another downpour, Then you know that I would be thereIf I could leap into action every time your work load spews over into home time,Then you know I’d try my all to help you outMakes me wonder is it raining where you are? Is that w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/474138/ This town makes mountains out of molehillsYou can feel the brewing drama thick in the airTrying to hide the depression of a situation under a clingfilm t-shirtThey are fine with just accepting their surroundings and never to question- like this is all that they are good enough forWe are visi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/473048/ Sitting waiting at another delayed station“Balham, this is Balham” can be heard outsideI stare at the tomato plants that try to grow on the tracksYellow and withered in their used toilet paper bedsLooking up as the train opposite screeches away ahead of usLeaving me frustrated .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/469421/ We have hearts that beat in perfect tuneBlood that pumps rush in triple speedEyes that vibrate with identical electricity Knees that press against each other under the tableSmiles that flash undetected by everyone else in the room…But lust has to burnLove has to hurtYou have t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/469414/ Spiders scare me to death Silent, unexpected with bones that showFeet fast up on the sofa when they suddenly reveal themselvesI keep well away during the dayBut they know me intimately while I’m sleepingQuick, brave and exploring in the early hours of the morning An expedition over.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/469411/ A grey sky stretches widescreen over Wandsworth Common stationNo surprise in the middle of September, not really had a Summer this yearWe are sitting in the fourth coach waiting patiently for the signals to changeAll too aware of the man who leaves his bag on the seat as he paces the aisleI .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/454980/ You want enlightenment? An educated insight?How can I put life into simple sentences?The wrecked remains of our old selvesEach broken brick crumbled with remembranceThose complex mixtures that make up all of ‘us’We are beautiful, messy, ugly, simple, complicated, fleshy creatur.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/447870/ The time on the DVD player says that it’s nearly 10 O’clockJust enough time for one last cup of tea before the caffeine has any effect on my sleepThe TV was switched off hours ago as there was nothing on- just repeats on specially made repeat channels- no more ‘More 4’ fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/447746/ I want you to know something about what I think and how I feelI want you to see what it is that life has done to me…The surprise return of a lost friend sees them spinning round againIt’s good to have you back- you’ve stayed exactly the sameYou’re still saying the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/447019/ The grey muddy month that dragged you to hell’s mouthThis should seem a relief to be rid of now that he has spat you outThe worst ever news should of made you perceptiveBut the shock was too much and so forced you too far inwardsYour time together with him was too thickly layered to se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/446175/ Friday morning alone in the corner of our local restaurant I’m just about comfortable with myself to sit by myselfBeen frowning for an hour or so trying to get into this new bookI have trouble reading at home without any of this background noiseAs the voice in my head is louder than th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/437501/ Phew! We triumphed the latest tube delaysNothing to worry about as familiar street signs direct us through backstreets Bethnal Green had never seen so much colour beforeThe rockabilly clothes took some of the buildings back to the 1950’sMade me think about my parents and the photograph.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/431481/ I sit backwards on the train, facing the other wayAs I don’t want to see what I’ve got to go toI want to see where I’ve just come fromI smile and cry happy tears when they send a text and it says, “Can’t wait for you to return as this is where you live now...com.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/431457/ Seems like he’s copingHe appears stronger than beforeBut we could never estimate the power of the blowWe never saw the shock and grief underneathNot until he had the chance to get out onto the town for escape from the houseHe got into a terrible state- Apple sized Gin and Tonic tea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/430538/ She sits alone in her living room windowFacing the glass unaware of what happens outside of her visionThe mirror on the wall behind her reflects into room all that she’s never walked throughWith hair tied back quick with an elastic band into a greasy knot Looks like she has forgotten l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/430527/ I’ve given up saluting the solitary magpieTheir ‘walking under the ladder’ luckAnd the random group rhythm Do not matter to this man today…Good and bad happens whether my hand is bothered or notSit and question what has occurred even after obeying those traditions .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/430231/ Hurry or you’re gonna be late and miss your trainI’ve put extra milk in your tea so that you can gulp it straight downEat your toast as you go alongWave you off as you sling coat down the roadClose the door and stare into the hallway…Food shopping is easy as there&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/427035/ The back of my neck is in painThe pain from all the silent words that I will never sayTongue movements that will never be releasedWorlds that I will never speakSuch truthsSuch beautiful, terrible speechExpressions that may damage, heal or put a lasting judgment onto me…So they s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/422606/ Local adverts, public safety warnings, too many phone numbers to rememberMy mind wanders off into itself againAll of a sudden I could smell himIt wasn’t a lingering obvious odour But just a split second waft A sudden reminder that instantly threw him forwardWhat usually sits just b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/422603/ We slip through time at an alarming rate, such flashing paceAnd if you are unlucky then you may get to do it all over againIf we had a second chance then would you do this differently?Would friendship, love and company be the only things that you would steal from me?We’ve struggled the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/394626/ The blow to your nose from another unexpected late night phone callYou knew by the tone of the ring that it wasn’t going to bring good news with itSo why did you bother to answer it?Maybe you were aware of how much she needed to hear your choice comforting words soft against her ear&ld.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/394233/ We are all trying to survive our days and nightsYou can move from one side of the country to the otherBut you still have to live with yourself every dayIs the fear and uncertainty too much to bearWhat’s happening with your brain?Are you watching for a life, are you concentrating .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/392569/ Your gentle voice is the sound of my little heart speakingYour vocal chords are the walls of my insides exploding…So I don’t even mind that my mind is sometimes unkind, unclear, never thereIf you are here and still in love with me then my brain must be somewhereYour eyes are t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/376752/ Travelled across Norfolk deep in February weatherThe roads appear dark blue covered with black iceSurrounded by frozen fields and frosty skiesThis bus must make it as I have to say too many goodbyes…With a new move comes the feelings of growthThe happiness overwhelms whatever was th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/376751/ My arms vine, entwine to comfort and protectBecause you are my everything:The waiting ink in my pen, The dancing thoughts on my mind, The pumping blood to my erectionYou are present in my every directionSo my legs smother, a complete canopy of protectionI want to ask you many questio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/369324/ Hello Earth, These are trees and they are green and help us to breathSo we chop them down to make way for concrete for you to puke up onto…I hope that you can cope Or this could be your last glassfulIf the weather doesn’t get betterAnd the streets get wetterThen we’l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/366406/ I’ve chased my whole life searching for those special individuals Instead they found me while I was looking somewhere dreadfulSo this is my pay back, this is my beautiful story with a happy ending Rewarding them handsomely for sticking by me…When the ball bounced into the room.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/363804/ I’m not sure what’s running around my bodyIt’s not blood, it isn’t loveIt’s some kind of bleak muddy stuffThat crawls the walls of my insidesA sorry excuse for all I’m supposed to be…Of all of the things that I wanted to be.And dark cloud coul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/352499/ Bored as you quickly walk by the school gatesFunny how your past is never that far awayAnd all you want is the future todaySo you drag a stick along the railingsThe clatter of forced natureFalls on deaf ears hereOnly your belly trembles when you feel you’ve done something cleverL.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/337780/ What’s the point in pretendingAgreeing with everything they saidI wasn’t aware of what I was doing until they had gone At four in the morning going over and over in my sleepless mind Then I suddenly realised that I had been pretending and agreeing with everything they saidWhy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/337775/ I am your sonAnd you knew that I would be alrightSo you threw me off the top of a cliff-I survivedGot on with my lifeAnd for that I will love you forever…Your shoeless boyStepping out into piranha watersYou knew that I’d get safe to the other side without a single bite.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/337332/ I am now blessed with Whiskey and CokeFeeling the hot spirit match my own warm throat I don’t have to pray anymore to anyone or anything My life is sometimes the best and sometimes a messBut I try to make it some kind of self effort bestWe all click on and off the living room light.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/337101/ These tears may be running strongBut they show that I feel real emotionSo why do you see this as a sign of weakness?Especially when you expect me to carry on in this relationshipWhat do you think is it that makes me who I am?  It wasn’t the glass that smashed around my handAnd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/336190/ I’ve been to the very heart of darknessProtecting foreign sand from an invisible heatThe constant shatter of bullets that crackle through the airOr the dreaded calm heavy on the ground Through dried fields of dead poppiesThe wrecked remains of village foundationsWhile in the distan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/331750/ When the parties end abruptly Your hair speckled greyLosing another weekend to illness and decayLonely boredom with feet up on the bedroom wallHollywood has fucked up another one of your favourite booksThe charts are all messed up and heroin is their only hookThe hunter becomes the hunte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/330615/ Pretty green- where have you gone?With the Thames now kissing Big BenAnd the Queen knee deep in seaweedAll the angry bears reclaiming their Busbies As the London Eye turns on the tearsAnd there sits Mr. Calculator- wishing he’d done things differently.See the helicopters overhead.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/327600/ What’s out there beyond all the daytime tourist realm?Will the night time alter our view of what we thought we already loved about this placeThe illumination and rare brilliance of amazing strangers faces suggest soCasting new light high and white all over this city…With the s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/326761/ Do you remember us having our picture taken on Dad’s car bonnet?Do you remember me laughing so much that I was sick and you were sent to bed early?Do you remember me singing “Holiday” out of tune to you and your friends?Do you remember me crying when I found them kissing?Do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/320046/ There was his smile that brightened our time down hereThe flash of happiness that penetrated the floors of all depthsAnd the light in the centre of his eyes was so intense that it made the sunshine shy away in shameBut then a dark sky gathered itself to become the stronger oneAnd today rem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/319729/ We bridge the gap between everyday and somewhere elseAmid the belly laughter from a useless sense of humourAnd the cursed drink that was more alcohol than mixerLife is all about breaking the falls with something soft and warmSo when everyone here tries to discuss the properties of true feeli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/319660/  “This thing is impossible…”Will we meet this Summer?Or will it be in the Fall? Another hopeful postcard that a hopeful someone receivesI miss that sensation of optimism I miss the feelings of freedomAnd I miss him too…Would I be happier to escape t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/318862/ When we dive we try everything to rise againIt’s strange when it’s a drink and a smile that gather usCool when the night lifts you twenty feet high You can fly eye level with the street lampsAnd the moths wonder who you are?Brandy and Coke is my magic powerJust one drop t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/318858/ There is a new job in another cityThe excitement is mixed with fear for the unknownA different set of streets to get used toA new timetable to confuse youAnother bus driver to despiseSo do we go in the hunt for life outsideOr stay inside and search onlineThe bright of high buildings sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/318816/ I couldn’t live with myself knowing full wellThat I’d left you the same way that I first found youWhat is it that makes your soul sink?Why do you think that I am trying to help?Is it because I’m paid to or that I really do care?We could travel round the world and learn .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/317662/ There’s a problemYou think this isn’t massiveBut it’s enough to upset the balanceA sense of dreadSlowly sinking into my headThe fear cannot be seen, but I know it’s always sitting thereTurn on the lights at four in the morningI thought I heard you callingThe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/317069/ I want to tell you somethingI want to make a huge gesture…Let me be the sun that makes you wakeLet me shine there every single dayLet me be the only thing that gets you startedLet me be your ‘Special K’And let me be the themes of all your best dreamsLet me be the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Steven-Pottle/317051/