https://www.ipernity.com/tag/racheljb/keyword/19820 https://cdn.ipernity.com/p/114/05/8D/363781.buddy.jpg https://www.ipernity.com/tag/racheljb/keyword/19820 Mon, 08 Jun 2026 22:02:44 +0000 Mon, 08 Jun 2026 22:02:44 +0000 https://www.ipernity.com https://www.ipernity.com/doc/racheljb/53154154 tag:ipernity.com,2025-11-19,doc-53154154 Wed, 19 Nov 2025 17:39:35 +0000 2015-06-24T12:43:32+00:00 nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) <p class="who"><a href="https://www.ipernity.com/home/racheljb">Rachel J Bowler</a> has posted:</p><p class="preview"><a href="https://www.ipernity.com/doc/racheljb/53154154"><img src="https://cdn.ipernity.com/200/41/54/53154154.f542a028.240.jpg?r2" width="240" height="150" alt=""/></a></p><div class="description">Grey rocks<br /> Carefully arranged,<br /> The patterns we make<br /> Important to ourselves.<br /> Defiant as a child.<br /> <br /> Behind where I stand<br /> Even higher concrete walls<br /> Have been placed<br /> So that we can enjoy<br /> The view of our<br /> Delusion.<br /> <br /> But no longer<br /> Do we often look.<br /> Standing as far<br /> Back as possible.<br /> <br /> No one tolerates<br /> The storm<br /> Any longer.<br /> <br /> Ignoring the swell<br /> We try to filter out<br /> The noise<br /> Ringing in our ears<br /> From a distance,<br /> Waiting to crash<br /> Into our defences.<br /> It's hard work.<br /> <br /> But the storm<br /> Always finds a way<br /> Somehow.</div> Song of the Sea: Defences <p class="who"><a href="https://www.ipernity.com/home/racheljb">Rachel J Bowler</a> has posted:</p><p class="preview"><a href="https://www.ipernity.com/doc/racheljb/53154154"><img src="https://cdn.ipernity.com/200/41/54/53154154.f542a028.240.jpg?r2" width="240" height="150" alt=""/></a></p><div class="description">Grey rocks<br /> Carefully arranged,<br /> The patterns we make<br /> Important to ourselves.<br /> Defiant as a child.<br /> <br /> Behind where I stand<br /> Even higher concrete walls<br /> Have been placed<br /> So that we can enjoy<br /> The view of our<br /> Delusion.<br /> <br /> But no longer<br /> Do we often look.<br /> Standing as far<br /> Back as possible.<br /> <br /> No one tolerates<br /> The storm<br /> Any longer.<br /> <br /> Ignoring the swell<br /> We try to filter out<br /> The noise<br /> Ringing in our ears<br /> From a distance,<br /> Waiting to crash<br /> Into our defences.<br /> It's hard work.<br /> <br /> But the storm<br /> Always finds a way<br /> Somehow.</div> Rachel J Bowler