http://slow.writerscafe.org/FLEX The original writings of author J.J. NIGHTINGALE en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775943991 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I shall lend aid till there is no more of me.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1988091/ made a turkey picture tracing my handlittle times that stayed deeplies were told frequentlyand I always believed got new shoes in the fallthey never truly fitpunishment was given outand that belt never missedtic-toc that clock of timesfrom fry pans into the flamewhere were you when I criedanother ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1979370/ Found dead ..no chance of rescue, no time to say "I love you Dad". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1971581/ Little ones grow hearts .. and break them ........too...........♥ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1956492/ Sometimes children go first .. and hearts grow cold..and angry, and become LOST in Loss. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1947444/ In a sleepy state, not so far awaylittle feet pitter-pattered.. softand old time me  thought...reach ...Should I die since not awakeor live in memory.. lost  ?Is forgiving exclusively divineor may we forgive, or be forgiven..anytime..here below heaven ..?J.J. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1933951/ Painting "Woman" by Cindy Walton... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1933894/ I wonder where prayers, and secrets, and wishes go.................... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1928869/ AN OLD WRITE.."BROUGHT BACK TO LIFE".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1888792/ You once listened to meAs if I was importantme..Some-one you never laid eyes onand never wouldI  trembledtrying to express my thoughtsto YouYou .. so grandso far above any whereI could ever reach..Gawd .. what a rushwhen You spoke to little meMy needy heart almost stoppedI thought I would faint.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1886968/ Tobacco roads .. and nonsensical ways..It's a wonder I am here to say.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1883382/ A preponderance of days, has taken it's tolldaring the pump to last another go-round while love's aching lossbecomes the true thief of  natural days..Worn down and down to simplified but still having a mind and voice to saycome home.. there are fewer daysfor me than you.......... to beDoors hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1853127/ Children .... Who Knew......? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1805736/ Thinking about the times spent in the hills of Virginia... The little brown skinned girl..never felt out-of-place.. only felt unconditionally..LOVED http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1786932/ The light bothered him and ...andsilence ..and shadowsand the darkand ..andthe not knowingsand rainand  thunder... and  after. ..and  me..........  and after ..and... and ..going ..I'll always be .. hereinside  his http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1719430/ The grass seemed greener .. over there .. so you took chances and liberties.. packed them up .. and went waywardly on... ♥ .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1714763/ They sprout wings and fly, far past where we can see...or ever tried to be..... Children. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1616395/ We had such a lovely timesharing.. nothing really importantat all..Was wonderful to hear your voiceafter so long.. a longing timeThe hug felt warm..so righta tear fell soft , then ran straight downto my heart..I've missed you.. I've missed usthe way We used to be..I'll always remember your little so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1590146/ An 1882 oil painting of a will-o'-the-wisp by Arnold Böcklin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1541609/ Just pondering the sounds of singular silence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1529382/ Even though it's a "better place" , they say.. I will always miss you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1513756/ Today's Thoughts.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1473161/ I should set "Why" free... It sits and stands And sleeps beside My living being..me Some day soon All that we knew Will float far from our thoughts And You and I Won't even know That pain.. that loss That once Was..J.J. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1419288/ Endings..dreams and might-havesAnd should haves.. came and stayedAnd I cried..and cry, more.. then lessInside each and every dazeI dream bout you and me, and themEspecially beginnings and the endsSummers, winters, springs.. and all the falls.. betweenEndings..dreams and might-havesand should haves.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1416756/ My dear friend passed March 5th ..2014 .. ....................... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1315565/ My soul is tellingThere is triumph in the starsSweet   infinity  J.J. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1295683/ Little feet in snowYour tiny hand needed mineForty winters pastJ.J. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1289849/ Children .. who knew ........... sigh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1288915/ From your first breath.. to my last.. ..LOVE http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1267312/ When a single bird and season's colors trot  and swirl aloftmy paled limbsshiver with the needof love so long-withoutWhen a single birdand season's colorstrot  and swirl aloftmy bereft heartshall mourn in chillThat ever-ardent-loveJ.J. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1256113/ I  thought of him ;In SpringAs sunlight danced on the gardenWhere first he spoke of love to meIn SummerOn stormy nightsWhen I feared the echoing thunderIn Autumn At the cool and creep of nightWhen ghostly shadows came In WinterAs my eyes lost sight of hope  And the sun and days grew dimI t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1248296/ I didn't think I had enough red blood cells left, to cause a blush but I did .. and I do .. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1244855/ I had the privilege of being Phyllis's next door neighbor, for sixteen years .. Coffee, will never be the same without her .. She will be missed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1242892/ What  might have been and grievings gone by  replayedbehind  evening's  eyes.. That cruel  pain  in shadow's time, slept in the bright light of morn ..What might have been and grievings gone by replayedbehind  evening's eyes..J.J. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1234769/ A little girl was alone..The sun came up for just about everyoneBlue-bells and daffodils knew it's warmthAnd leaves fell softly, then floated-ever-free Little birds in their nest awaited a return..And a little girl was alone..A woman's mind wanders.. just about every-whereDreaming up  little dr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1234189/ Soft light streams through window's laceBringing reflections of garden's graceWhilst roses raised with loving-mindReach to the rays of summer-shineI miss you so.. my only true loveAttending gently  each petal-softGathering gifts for evening-timeEver smiling in the glow of summer-shineThe sun no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1205732/ To dream perchance........ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1193125/ Approaching the hour of sun's death............... a smaller world of quiet  reminisceshall  grieve the loss of breathful  daysoh loss..of little hearts and truly waysand death of kisses mapped heart deepOh God,  wrap round and bless pray  sleep..Close the eyes from scenes t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1168769/ This poem, was inspired by reading Emma Joy's poem I can't bleed words ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1146896/ I feel that you are here with me, and you comfort me until .. ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1133586/ Unrequited Love .. sigh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1115620/ That I rememberSpeaks wellOf loveOf God's graceAnd them ..J. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1113962/ I'm addicted . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1112693/ Outside my window I see the bare bones of winterstanding still .. I wonder if all living things are lonely in their winter .. Do they feel the coldbeneath their skindo they suffer pain .. Is there any memory of spring;  When birds once sang   sweet song.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1110505/ If I stay beside thee now ..what promise can I hold as trueShall all that's told in passion's hourbe as  that truth and honest vow ..Will all the nights that we have knownbe as naught when that daylight comes If I stay beside thee now ..shall all that's given in passion's hourBe forever  a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1110114/ I would have never listenedif you had never used -- the "L" wordMy mind held you, instantlybecause that's what I doMy soul believed  youbecauseI guess, I needed to ..You left me brokenbecause that's what you do ..Now I'll never reach out againbecauseyou took advantage of that wordLonely .. ..Ja.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1110071/ At the rise of day   and noontime sun when evening be    and mid-night comedown deep in a sea   soaring high in the air slashing and gleaning   with sickle  bewareThe Grim Reaper shall appear .. ..At  life's new cry  and  amidst every.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1110070/ Oh precious  forget-me-notscome in from the rain ..The heart is a haven .. safe to stay ..So sweet to hold .. and soothe my pain ..Oh precious  forget-me-notscome in  from the rain ..Jasmine ..2010 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1110053/ I came so willinglyEven bowing naked and lowBut I,  seemingly unworthyMet only silenceKeep-saking nothing But my imaginings of ..J.J. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1102133/ Ease my heartLove me after allPray at my failing sideAnd lift me up, awayWrite a love songAnd ease my heartLove me .. after allJ. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/FLEX/1098347/