Rachel J Bowler's photos with the keyword: Birmingham
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.
The Trees
03 May 2024 |
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The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.
Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.
Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.
Philip Larkin
Almost Blue
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)
Lights
09 Mar 2024 |
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The lights are too
Bright
To be spectres.
Competing with the
Moonlight
They reveal
Every insect
That scales
The walls of
The past.
Across floors
And under subways
Now demolished.
Creatures that
Crawl towards the
Reflected, rather
Than face the
Cavernous.
The Future Never Spoke
06 Mar 2024 |
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The Future never spoke –
Nor will he like the Dumb
Reveal by sign – a Syllable
Of His Profound To Come –
Emily Dickinson
Autumn Again
03 Oct 2023 |
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I often go to the place
Where the trees still whisper
Their time travel magic,
Releasing memories
Frozen in the sun.
Is this the trickery
Of hope?
After all these years,
What am I expecting?
Perhaps a sign
That the year
Has not yet ended.
Silence
Navigation
30 Apr 2023 |
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In a thousand
Different directions,
Following many
Paths not one,
The branches
Show us the way,
And whisper
A kind of freedom
We can barely
Understand.
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.
Low Mist
The Past
The Grey Lady
25 Feb 2023 |
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Through the house
No longer there,
She walks.
At a distance,
Across the open grass.
Sitting on a bench
In the height of summer.
At dusk, she lingers
On the outskirts
Of the fair.
A thousand years
Away,
Alluded to
By lovers
On a rainy day.
The real story
Never told.
The winter warning.
Mirage
14 Feb 2023 |
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There is no symbol here.
No infinite reaching
To the other side.
No secrecy
Or sacred rites.
Patterns of thought
And feeling
Comfortably cease.
There is no need
To seek the sky,
Or what's beyond.
There is already
Light enough
To see.
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.
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