Sunday, January 28, 2007

All Good Things Must End

Creative Writers Network blog was created with loving care by a handful of writers who walked for a time on parallel paths, moving side by side, though continents apart, for a short span of time. Many other writers joined in the months that followed and contributed their good words, as well.

The Creative Writers Network on Ryze had its day in the sun and now lives on only in the hearts and minds of those of us who frolicked and played there for a brief but beautiful season. That which is created with love always serves to enrich the lives of both the creator and those who are open to receiving.

May those of you who come to read our offerings discover something that touches your heart and uplifts your spirit.

Many blessings to you,
Jodi Flesberg Lilly
Founder of (the now defunct) Creative Writers Network at

Wednesday, June 14, 2006


Where are the lamplights
in the night?
The Venetian blinds are closed,
as are my lips,
listening to the breaths of my lover
sprawled upon satin sheets
like one thousand roses
cast into the foamy seapetals
spread in broken pairs.
What daylight could not conceal—
her omen and her destiny—
her scarred robes revealed
a frowning Lisa,
eyes shut tight.
Where are the lamplights
in the night?

Terza Rima----CONFLICT

He lifted her veil, looked at her face
Sleep so deep, lashes so long
Casting shadows on her cheeks like lace

He stared at her with longing so strong
Tenderness and desire fighting within
Wanting her, how can that be wrong?

Mind, heart or body, who was to win?
This deep-seeded need, was that lust?
With all his guts, body wanted him to sin.

Closed his eyes, stopped himself just
From tasting her sweetness while she slept
Keeping distance from her was must

He walked away not giving in to whim
Would rather wait for her to love him!


~June 04, 2006

Monday, April 17, 2006

No Zebras Allowed

Dunking donuts in my coffee,
I read the headlines
on the New York Times
There was a picture
of a black man
who had been hung
from a Red Oak tree
near an abandoned church
in Whitehurst County,
West Virginia.
A sign was nailed
on the tree
the words were scratched
with a knife
into a slab of bark.

An omen of our times.
A young black boy
wearing a pair
of tattered white sneakers
drenched shirt and holy jeans
walked in the diner
and sat next to me,
lost in the music
of his portable cd player.
And the owner of the diner
shooed him out.

He had come in
to escape the rain
and was sent back out
into the lightning.

Saturday, February 18, 2006

My Island, My Love and Me

The fierce angry heat of the sun gives way to the gentle seductive breezes of the evening. It is inviting; enchanting as it serenades my soul. I gaze into the sky set afire with diamonds,

Proudly glowing

Wickedly sparkling;

Oh the tales they could tell.

I do not want to tell tales. I do not want to speak at all. I stare into my lover’s eyes. He has the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. The green of his eyes are the envy of all. The beautiful blue/green Caribbean Sea cannot compete with them. The water shines as the gentle waves splash against the shore.

The smell of the sea mist both salty and tangy appeal to our senses. The sea succumbs to my lover’s beauty. The great one gives up the fight for majesty and bows down in homage. Neptune himself gives orders to the gentle breezes

to tease our senses,

captivate our souls.

He is a gracious opponent.

As the waves sing their lullaby to the shore, I gaze up to the heavens. The stars are smiling. The moon is full and brimming over with pure joy.

I look again to my lover’s eyes, my husband's eyes. They too are shining; they are spilling over with love.

Quietly we sit at our table. We are oblivious to our immediate surrounding. We know there is much activity going on around us here at the Hilton Hotel but we are unmindful of it all.

Our beings are united as one.

One mind

One heart

One soul.

We are at one with love and at one with the sky, the moon, and the sea.

I feel his hand touch mine as we drink in this paradise, this bliss, and I truly understood the words of the song,

"Beautiful Barbados Gem of the Caribbean Sea. You'll find rest; you'll find peace in Barbados. So come back to my Island and me."

Carol Roach
Storytime Tapestry:


Shadows graze on water lillies
Vines cry out to thee,
damp criss-crossed bridge
reaches out to me.

Hope for tomorrow,
sun drips in like spring rain.
The sun's rays drift across your face,
my love.

A red, red rose falls at your feet.
Applause,whipping willow leaves.
Bravo, bravo!!
A performance to beat.

Monday, February 13, 2006

What are you to me?

What are you to me
In endless reaches
Of time and space?

Atomic orbits intersecting
Divine spark connecting
Our energetic merging.

Eddies of time ripple
Parting as we pass,
Light speeds to light.

Central core pulsating
Two beats synchronise
Now, becoming, one.

Transcending death’s
Illusionary ending,
Love defies all laws.

No longer corporeal
Twin stars imploding
In cosmic orgasm.

Far beyond the body
Mind dissolved
Pure spirit blends.

In endless reaches
Of time and space
You and I - infinity.

Friday, January 27, 2006

The Essence of Me

by Carol Roach

Long before my earthly incarnation
I was spirit, love and adoration
On central stage among the stars
I circled the planets Venus and Mars

Gestation period cold and dark
Brought forth the rhythm of my heart
Mother womb, portal on earth
I waited for my precious birth

To this world I would be born
A winter rose amid the thorn
Unprepared to brave the quest
I could not let my spirit rest

For there were those who could not see
My heart and soul; the essence of me
They wished that I would disappear
Among the clouds in total fear

The angels heard my spirit cry
My talent they could not deny
One sheltered me beneath her wing
Until she heard my true heart sing

Spirit awakened; robust and alive
Creative juices flowing; I began to strive
The world took notice of my plight
My strength endured; I set things right

For now they understood too well
How they created my living hell
My crafted words today I share
Among the world with tender care

I am who I was meant to be
Aligned with my perfect destiny
For now my future will be bright
I know that I was born to write

Carol Roach

Monday, January 23, 2006


“Shit!” He thought. Jason was always bored with such crowds. He seldom attended these parties. But Paul, his business partner had insisted and he could not refuse. Now, Jason stood there holding a drink. He looked around and stopped short. She was so breathtakingly beautiful with long silky black hair, dark eyes, and full kissable lips. Skin so soft and silky. A body so very inviting. He felt something stirring inside him. It astonished him. Females had never interested him. Until now.

She was laughing at something Paul had said. Lilting laughter. Jason walked towards her. Looked deep into her mysterious eyes and said, “I am Jason. And you?” “Olivia,” she answered. She too had been watching him all along and was pleased that he had finally reached her. She looked over him and liked what she saw.

“Dance?” He asked.
“Yes. Paul, will you excuse us, please?” She asked turning back towards Paul. He gave a strange look towards Jason and said, “Be my guest.”

After that, there was no looking back. Jason forgot his boredom. It was as if it never existed. They were inseparable. He had a gut feeling it was a start of something new in his life. He was confused by his own reactions. But he wanted to savour the moment. He knew people were talking about him and Olivia They knew enough about him. Why not? He had never hidden anything. He didn’t really care.

It was rather very late, when the party started to break up. Jason did not want to let her go. He kept looking at her unseeingly. Finally asked, “Would you like to go with me?” Olivia too was silent for a moment. She knew all about him. In the washroom, she had heard enough gossip. “Yes,” she answered. “Your place or mine?” He asked. “Yours.” Olivia answered.

In the lift up to his Apartment, they could not keep their hands off each other. He was pleasantly surprised. And very pleased with her body’s responses to his. Next morning, Jason woke up and stretched, smiling to himself. It had never been so good before this. Most important, he was normal. It was going to last forever. He could not have asked for more. Olivia was, after all, Oliver, a male.