http://slow.writerscafe.org/rbrauer2 The original writings of author Amberway en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003396 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Ona summers eve,Inthe Côted'Azur,Camethe Garçon,Politelyuttering,“Yourtea Monsieur.”  Ona summers eve,Inthe last stretch of light,Bytea and pen--Mymemoir,Inthe French Riviera nig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/1441191/ Awooden swing,Acup of Joe,AllI need to let you know.Mybook of poems,Ourhome by the sea,Alljust simplicity.Themorning sun, Thecrashing tide,Onlyyou by my side.Theperfect dreamOflife to be…Always,Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/1441189/ Aflower child,Awagon drive by dayAnda fire by night.Avagabond,Alife of pure existence Inall this simply wonderful.Afree spirit,Nomaps, no compass, no way.Aflower, a smile, a van, …away!Abohemian girl,The.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/1441185/ Takenback by the thought,Ofthe happiness I had once desired.Ifound myself quite lost,Andat the same time, truly inspired.Wheredid this feeling go?Whendid it leave my side?Isit still deep within me?Orworse yet, has it died?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/1441182/ Heloves me.Heloves me not.…HaveI so soon forgot?Thesmiles, the kisses, the feeling. Whymust I always fear?Andthink the end is so near?Whydoes my mind create such insecurities?Andworse yet, why does my heart believe?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/1441179/ Shebreathed…Thecrisp mountain air in her lungs Winterin her auraAndthe pine tree tops over the horizon. Thesnow crumples beneath her step. Eachresembling one-foot farther…Awayfrom the pain, the life, the home;But.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/1441176/ Andshe prayed:Iwant to be beautiful. Butnot my face,Notmy body,Notmy hair,Leaveout the unimportance please. ButI want to be beautiful.Iwant to look into a mirror and know. Makeme beautiful with:Handsearnest to help.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/1441173/ Theshy Moon ascends into place.Afraidof the looming clouds, she hides.Andthe shy Moon covers her face.Shehinders the rushing tidesTogo and run through space.  Afraidof the storming sky,Theshy Moon is hazy.Hiddenand aw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/1170592/ Thelights pass.Ona road to…Wheredoes one turn?Aftermuch pain and sorrow?Townsfly by.Ona road to…Butis this even a path?IsNoWhere a destination?Onthe road to nowhere,Iswhere not one will discover me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/1170587/ Pilesof book arrayed the floor.Answersnot found…searching for.Headagainst the wall and hand on thous breast.Tryingto breathe, beat, and rest.Struggledso long to discover and find,Butit’s hard to uncover life in mind.After.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/1170584/ Thesummer flew byButeach winter came slow.Quicklythe flowers passedAndthe ground was covered in snow.Beforeone thoughtPresentwas past.Beforeone couldMakeit last.Summerof my youth.Winterof my age.Beforethe gro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/1170583/ Rain clouds held on stringsRaised above my head.The world holds the cloudsAnd wishes me dead.The lightning strikesAnd my problems rain.The world holds the stringsOf A puppeteer bringing pain. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/1058581/ A forlorn home.The attic just stored withmemories.No longer making new ones.The structures falling.Cracks in the wallAnd holes meant to befilled.Covered in dust from yearsof emptiness.Vines crawling up the sideschoking the house.Tea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/1016021/ Beauty rises from painThrough trials it glowsIt starts small,But then grows.Divine shimmer, Oh stay!Never ever fadeTo a dark shade of gray.Oh, Beauty stay within;don’t leave.Don’t betray me, glassBeautyWhen I grieve... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/996264/ Your kindness can only getyou so farUntil you’re stepped on.Smashed into the ground withfootprintsAnd shame on your face.How long can you continuesaying Nice words and holding backothers while hearing the opposite?Can you close your e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/996263/ Loosing your hold on anornate,Ivory mirror,That reflects what you couldbe.Glass foretelling who youreally are.A fragile, pearl re-birth incleansing pools of dreams.If only you could of held onTo that reflection.It’s there inside.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/996262/ I rest my headOn a patch of greenWhile the flowers surround.I watch dawn turn to day,The sky become gray,And night, I still layWhile the stars shine the cloudof despair to bedand hope is left to be seen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/959796/ Golden Memories you recall.New silver-lined threads replace.Your youth slipping through your hands.Remains of hard times in your eyesand once laughter on your face.Tumbling through thick darkness,but some light still clings.Holding to those jewels of lifethat shimmer more faint than before.Breath fl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/959783/ People are afraid to be themselves and fear being tossed aside after someone gets to know them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/956763/ In a marble town,Filled with daisesAnd a plashet of tearsRest an aged coupleFinally togetherAfter all these years.Hand in hand they now sleep.All problems thrown in tooBeneath the mound.While life continuesAnd they lay still.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/953652/ His eyes stared back faintlyWith grief of pain and aspire to live.Through her view of mist she longed,For all doubts to cease and love to endure. On an ivory billow he laid.Wounds of strife and anguish he bared.A war he yearned to win,but alas lay silent. Consoled from his enchantment.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/952247/ Twinkling night lights above.Seem so close, but yet so far.Reaching, grasping...dreaming.A guide for a long path.Something so bright and fair.Close enough to see,far enough unable to touch.Close enough to believe.Far away enough to not be a part ofthis world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/950034/ Peace is freedom from disturbance.Quiet and tranquility.Living in the momentbreathing to a rhythm of unity and harmony.Hearing only love.Seeing only stars and sunsetseven with doubts and worriessurrounding.Uniting for an armor,Building a bridge,and entwining different pathsall for just the Shie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/950030/ Understanding the disparity between youand others,means perceiving when and how swift they run from a problem,when you go valiantly into the tempestwhile they flee to their own downfalland you heavily pick yourself up again.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/950027/ The sweet melody of Nature.Singing birds hiddenHigh in the trees.Flowers open.Their beauty shines.But when all fades,The hues of each color turn.And the bitter loneliness comes,all you can do is wait.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/950025/ I sat and scripted my thoughts.When flew in a Robin and it perched near.Then swiftly it flew off.Changing it's direction.Flying to wherever it pleases.How more free can you be Little Robin? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/950022/ God Speaking:When you feel alone,Come to me.When you sin,I will forgive you.When you cry,I will wipe your tears.When you betray me,I will be there.When you deny your love for me,I will still love you.When you walk away,I will still be waiting.When you think I don't listen.I really hear you loud and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/950021/ Could these trials I have experienced been from love?Deep eyes creating a wall.What bridge can I build to you?What obstacle has come on our path?What storm drowns you?What river flows between us?...Only the ones you have created.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/950018/ A Carousel of hopes and dreams spin.All fears set in.Which do you choose?What will you gain or lose? Which Life will you ride?Will you stay true if all else sides?Spinning, spinning out of your hands.Time will shout where you land.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/950017/ What it means to be truly alive,It's not just the air you breathe.It's not just what you see or where you go.It's how you act on the thingssurrounding youand the hopes, memories and dreamsyou create.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/950016/ Roma they call themor Gypsy heard.Flying where ever just like a bird.The sound of peacefilling the air.Forever free,Without a care.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/950015/ To the Shore and backTo a Field of grainTo a crowded CityDown the LaneFlying with the WindSwimming with the SeaThe sound of FreedomThe life of a Gypsy  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/950014/ Diverse paths and lives.All with the same center.Just a morsel of difference between,will create a riot.All from different time.Places and feelings.War separates and ruinsLove and Peace.When we are all equal and together,you would harm a far-placed brother. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/948340/ Speech, thought and fearall broken by a lovers spear.Memories shattered like glass.New days letting pass.Time going by...Constellations in the sky,Crying of hopes and dreamsLife ripping at the seamsPatch by patch, repair.Sounds of hope fill the airall speech and thought return.Not all is lost,A less.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/948335/ To shine from aboveto descend so swiftshooting from the skyso beautiful and mysteriousa celestial constellationa morsel of an eternal home http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/943119/ A soldier imagines himself a knight to fight for "Her" being his country. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/940277/ Did our forefathers reap for the soil of this land?A changed society of where I now stand?Did they go through trials and tribulations all for nothing?Just hoping to one day amount to something?No, Everyday was a struggle for reason.Surviving through each and every .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/933513/ How nature and we are connected. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/931037/ Nature is so ignored these days... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/931008/ I looked into my mirror in NewJersey for the last time, 20 miles from one of the biggest cities in theUSA.  I went to New York City aboutevery day or every other day if that. You couldn’t keep me away from there. Il.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/931006/ Descriptive writing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/931002/ A delicate description of the magnificent Butterflies :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/931000/ Love poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/930992/ A long distance relationship through letters http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/929565/ A short poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/929558/ A shipwreck http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/929539/ Dancing by the sea http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/929534/ Nature http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rbrauer2/929523/