http://slow.writerscafe.org/AnaCzarina The original writings of author Sapphus en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031308 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Looking in after ages I find some ppl have blocked me out from their pages. I wonder why. I'm just an old bird that flies in and out sometimes to roost on a poem or two. No offense meant to any of you. But maybe they think, old is mold?  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaCzarina/3122553/ If I'm but one lily left in my prairie I must sway untill the wind wants me to and I must dance untill the Laurentian Autumn tells me I must become a red gold wing flying into the silence . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaCzarina/2955485/ Have you noticed how the moon rises above the earth, stealing her glory. Same substance. Same stone. The earth is a birthplace. Grounded and warm. The moon is barren and cold. Rising only for itself. Grabbing the silver on the way up.Me thinks _Being selfish pays. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaCzarina/2950766/ Like a whisper from behind.A note slipped in from below the door.The slipping of a veil on what we knew lay beyond but couldn't clearly see.Dreams tell us more than the reality that we think we know. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaCzarina/2920491/ They ask me why I don't react these daysI say I'm an old man now Hell doesn't burn me anymore Nor does rain cool meBlood was blood when it was redNow lead fills my veins and my marrow is blueSo don't tell me to wage a war I've no causes left to cure Neither will I rage now I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaCzarina/2919784/ A wilderness in whiteThe canvas of these walls closes in on me They squirm as I spill my few bloodied thoughts on them.Discoloring their whiteness.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaCzarina/2894970/ Held in by the glass Reflected in reverse, I aminverted heart mimicking me Two taut dimensions obliterating my thirdThere's no depth to me, I ambreath and belly sucked in My mirrored gaze sees me but not me In a empty world, I am enslaved by whatever I see No wonder the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaCzarina/2893900/ Eyes closed? Eyes opened?Kneeling or reclining?Or simply wining and dining?In silence or in song Or in midst of milling throngs?Staying still and motionless Or moving at 100 kms no less??How to meditate?Perhaps by just enjoying whatever my state? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaCzarina/2888820/ I fly on a chariot Horses winged in flightCloud cushionsDying light The air thining outMy lungs fight No heaven here Just a silence whiteColdDeaf Blind Dead This will be myRetribution The earth flies awayOut of sight. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaCzarina/2869819/ Dedicated to Man Aka Martin Atypical http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaCzarina/2781127/ The dirty little thief is back To steal the words he lacks Watch out! Watch out!He'll pinch your precious stuff And shove it up his crackThen he'll vanish in smokeThis sly and measly blokeAnd he won't be found again He always covers his tracks! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaCzarina/2781126/ Happy New Year BrightHappy New Year LightHappy New Year DelightHappy New Year Moonlight Happy New Year Midnight Happy New Year Allright Happy New Year Tonight! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaCzarina/2761471/ When you told me you were leaving it was a blow like no other blow. Like a Bulldozer slammed in my face. Like a heavy bookshelf fell on me. Like a roadroller crushed me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaCzarina/2489381/ Love is A seasonA dayAn hourA minute A nanosecond But not eternal Love is windLove is dust Love dies http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaCzarina/2489375/ The days are whirring past like my ceiling fan and I can hardly make out one from the next or the next or the next. The days just whirr past unseen. Like the blades of my ceiling fan. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaCzarina/2489366/ Be careful with yourself Just as you are careful with othersAnd thats all I have to say.....Be careful with yourself http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/AnaCzarina/2489348/