http://slow.writerscafe.org/Isola The original writings of author Isola en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996403 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 words across a page are stretched and pulled or lopped instead tortured on Procrustes’ bedblood and body duly shedsacrificed ‘til they become a worthy fitembracing shoreat last at home becoming mooredrescued in the sought for poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isola/2859408/ is power partitioning space a fence to corral or keep out thought a linear stream of self-arranged points scoring the lip‘twixt silence and noise a streamlined passage from doubt to faith the tenuous thread ‘tween death and life One line is the staffruling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isola/2859209/ “The lunatic, the lover, the poet, are of imagination all compact.” (Shakespeare)The lunatic a sorcerer enchants her own mind‘twixt reality and dreamconfutes the line Love marks a heaven on her lover’s browthe calculus of Reason nimbly beguiledGolden.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isola/2858638/ Your laughter washes mein golden light and silver haze spilling a tidal wave lifting me above the weight of rock assault of words streets and alleyways stained in blood Nothing more I need but this I do a highway in the desert of the world Your laughter the waterbap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isola/2858183/ when I prayyou know that I believe my faith’s the shoregathering up your seabut beyond the garden wall I only glean lustrous flowers just outside my reach now in my meditation we communeyou bring me pastthe garden’s edge into your houseto sit with me a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isola/2857120/ The Jisei is a Japanese death poem, not necessarily in Haiku form. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isola/2856992/ Stretching across this great expanse an Eden or a wilderness we can extol in song or curse the windthe cup we drink is in our hand http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isola/2856525/ so very are weand I pray that never I look pastthe balmy waters of your gazesettling in me smoothing ripples where mud was stirred or the glyphs that write themselves across your brow welling up from your Ancient of Days soul unraveling mysteries in exalted colors devotions.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isola/2856444/ prevailwithout forgiveness The ocean we rapeand plunderne’er withholds her treasureThe sweet flower that we crushswindling her trustoffers us her precious fragrance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isola/2856354/ The Parthenon is symbolic of many things, including Democracy and wisdom in balanced energies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isola/2856308/ Upon a time I courted reasonbut its season fell awrydebate and conversation crumbled words upon my tongue and logic’s eloquence ran dryThen a distant voice was singing setting fire to my blood in my meditative stillness fell away the shriveled huskevery outer pretense died.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Isola/2856285/ on 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