Rachel J Bowler's photos with the keyword: winter
Hope
07 Dec 2024 |
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Hope lies on the sofa
Barely venturing out
Into the winter sun,
Into the grey skies
Of past dreams.
In poverty, the
Church sits empty.
Serenity stirs
For a moment
Preparing to drift
Back into sleep.
Sometimes spring
Never comes.
Snow Scene
20 Oct 2024 |
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Show me the beauty of that snowy-scene.
This is how I want to remember things.
Beneath the lamplight in my street;
Bright and alive.
Tonight I am wide-eyed
Tracing tracks along the road.
Let me watch the people stroll,
Hand in hand.
Hope shines for a moment.
And I will dream.
Displaced
12 May 2024 |
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From point to point,
In front and behind,
Above and below,
The horizon curves,
From constant thought
To constant thought.
Far away
Your memory hidden
Behind the circle.
Although it was expected,
Your departure
Still surprised.
Like mist
On a winter's day.
Mors certa
Escape
17 Mar 2024 |
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I wait for a tomorrow
Filled with summer.
I feed my thoughts
But this is no sad interim.
My eyes are impatient
For the frost to melt
To be contracted anew,
The blunt force allayed.
But the sharpness shrinks,
When the fullness of winter
Is renewed daily,
Until the view becomes clear.
And dullness reminds me
That I escaped.
(Inspired by Sonnet 56)
Allegro non Molto
The Winter
Njosnavelin
Gravity
24 Apr 2023 |
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I wait
Without cover
Whilst the cold sharpens in.
Death pulling to the floor.
Is it possible to revive
The mists of eternity?
The frost smothers
Einstein white,
And gravity pins me
To this place.
I dare not look up.
Hope would crush me.
Old Memory
Morning Star
15 Apr 2023 |
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Morning star,
Out of the winter sun
You appeared in black
With chords of comfort,
And all the songs
I had ever known.
I traded my soul
For a lyre
For you to play.
And when the darkness
Came I listened, until
A nightmare
Set me free.
Coming Back
13 Apr 2023 |
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In the winter I came back,
When the mist was down.
I could still read the signs
That pointed the way
Towards solitary benches.
So I chose one and sat,
And drizzle mingled
Between every pore,
Until it reached
Ethereal peace.
Frost
10 Apr 2023 |
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Protecting shoes from the mud,
My glamour works
In frozen fractals,
Waiting for change
To unfix blankness
Into a wry smile.
Sit outside with me
For an hour and feel
The numbness.
Or stay for longer
Through the birdsong,
And watch freedom.
The Past
10 Apr 2023 |
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Martin Czerny
This photo and the previous five were taken at Warley Park and Lightwoods Park near Birmingham. These parks are separated by a main road, but are almost interconnected. They have been a feature of my life since I was born. The bandstand in the photo is in Lightwoods Park. The photo was taken on a heavily foggy day in January. When my parents decided to move house in 1977, they moved from living just around the corner from Lightwoods Park, to a very short walk from Warley Woods. My mum would wheel me around Lightwoods Park in my pram, and I spent most of my free time as a child and teenager in these two parks. Both places have a strong nostalgic hold over me - as places where youthful dreams were conceived, and as places where broken dreams are reflected on as an adult.
The Ladder
25 Feb 2023 |
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'There's the ladder without-a-top,' said Silky, pointing. 'No one has ever climbed beyond the three thousandth rung, because they get so tired. And there's the tree-that-sings. It's singing now.'
So it was - a whispery, beautiful song, all about the sun and the wind and rain. The children could understand it perfectly, although the tree did not use any words they knew. It just stood there and poured out its song in tree language.
Enid Blyton - The Folk of the Faraway Tree
Fog
13 Feb 2023 |
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Benevolently
It descends.
A half-memory
I can't quite
Recall,
Which still
Surprises,
As if
Something
Has already
Happened.
There is no
Uneasiness and
The shadows
Disappear
When I try
To touch them.
This is how
I want it
To be.
Invincible Summer
12 Nov 2022 |
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“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
― Albert Camus
This photo was taken on an extremely frosty and foggy morning near Bridgnorth. Whenever I can take some time away from work and other commitments, on either Wednesday or Thursday mornings, I meet up with a few other photographer friends and we explore different places in the Midlands. This usually means an early start, which isn't my most favourite thing. The morning this photo was taken, we made an impromptu stop near Quatt, drawn to the spot after driving past a series of beautiful frosty fields. The man in the photo is a photographer friend of mine, walking along the road to stake out his next shot.
Shape Shifters
10 Jun 2020 |
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Shape shifting their way like fog
Through the days,
An invisible war has been fought
For forty years
By ghosts in disguise
Who show you who they are
Every day
If you dare look
Into the blue chill
Of nothingness.
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