http://slow.writerscafe.org/betternic The original writings of author Nick Warwick en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775943992 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The skeletal wood, memory and blueprintAnchored in the long-still motionless murkOf sombreing ivy, knackered brackenThe starling's one mourning whistlePunctuates this chill listening voidArrayed with the rustling corpsesOf remembered leaf fallWinter's sulking mantle drains the dying lightEmerging to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/betternic/2873167/ Breaking Breaking down -- flailing leaf corpsesProclaim the ragged, wind-torn skyThey rustle word of burgeoning degradationBreaking through --Darkening craggy raw aboveWarning that light grows preciousBlackwinged croaking, cloaking tumbleAbove revealed twiggy homesSplayfingered masters of winte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/betternic/2864261/ Summer  wander, gaze on grass heads three feet aheadpressed close by the air aroundfragmentary movement of specksraise now the eyes to sloping fields basking wide, shimmer and hum wrapped deep in heat’s embracethen balm, darker grass, shad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/betternic/2856758/ The open sky canopy revives and grows wideNow the light, sieved through the remnantOf winter's strung-out tenacityGifts a satin promise of ease and thaw.Mist hangs, never nearSilvering the air, a tracery fresh. Sun, the one source of colourClimbs steadyUrging.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/betternic/2848293/ Here in the roomsIndividual lives move forwardLike a bug through long grassThey watch other lives move pastWhile some kind of ending loomsHere in the roomsSilence may sometimes settleDusty daylight glooms in, strainedThrough curtained netAnd later, we may hear the kettleHere in the rooms.Here, in th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/betternic/2843767/ Here, the ground grows stone.The elevation of remembered brevityParades the daily ache of onward travellersWho remain.The engraved recording of dissolved identity -- The insistent claim that death must wait --Embraces rain.This water of life rides the ramparts of decay.I saw the trickle make it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/betternic/2843006/ The train has halted, breathingTwo doors slam slam, presentingThe country silence like a prizeNo turnstile, no man in uniformAnd now, too soon, the laneMy steps resound, silent suitcaseIn sweaty hand, gliding freeAbove the baking asphaltThe afternoon surroundsConcealing signs of lifeWhere is this, w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/betternic/2841978/ Pennies and pensions are all that remainWhen our lives and our loves and our joys start to wainThough we're born into sunshine, eventually rainWill dampen the fires of our wanderingsCome join me right here, right now, just so Your hand holding mine lets me cherish the glowOf nothing to say and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/betternic/2840859/ Recalling London Bridge and Borough Market attacks 2017 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/betternic/2840485/ Sitting quietly the other dayI suddenly found I had nothing to sayNow life took on an elegant greyAnd gravity left me aloneThen I awoke in darkest nightAnd remembered that unrepeatable lightNow faded with distance, far beyond sightA star in a too-distant zoneThe silence below, the spaces betweenThe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/betternic/2840286/ Were I somehow conscious prior to my conceptionAnd should I then remain when my atoms have dispersedCould I of that brief life's moments gather a perceptionAnd see it in the landscape of eternity unrehearsed? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/betternic/2840063/ Coming down the years behindBacklit by what has passedComing through to only nowA puzzled, heated, furrowed browStrapped hard to memory's mastThis moment can but lastAh - moments form a maelstrom keenThis rising tide of painIn heaving seas we ride the swellA lifelong hope prepares the knellOf truth,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/betternic/2839620/