Photos, videos and docs of Rachel J Bowler, with the keywords: "trees"

Already Dark

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Sun, 22 Mar 2026 21:36:01 +0000

You showed me the sunset
On a day you said
Would never end.
I walked across an
Ocean of snow
Barefoot.
I made it to
The edge.
But it was already dark
Before the sunrise
Before the morning star
Obscured the view
Of days already done
Long ago.

Wintering

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Sun, 11 Jan 2026 11:56:55 +0000

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Leave us in peace, the trees cry out. Kill us not.
The vandal wind has already tried.
When the people arrived, there was
Lamentation, of sorts, for a while,
But most just walked by,
Treading on our bones.
The dead leaves fall,
And keep falling.
Take some to
Write on if you
Will, before
The thunder
Storm
Comes
Once
More.

Barely alive, kept almost
Freezing, we remain.

Ode to the Frost

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Sat, 01 Nov 2025 22:05:00 +0000

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The soft tread
Of your footsteps
Did not surprise me
That winter's day.

Disappearing behind trees
The sun made no attempt
To follow.
And you said nothing,
So he conspired
Whilst you made
Fractals.

It was then,
Without shelter
And far from home,
I began walking
The shadow
Dappled path.
Through the years.

Clarity

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Sat, 01 Nov 2025 20:56:02 +0000

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Compelling.
Intangible.
Still wrapped
In obscurity
After all
These years.

Es freue sich
Der da atmet
Im rosigten licht.

Positive Interlude

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Tue, 26 Aug 2025 16:17:18 +0000

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There may be more...

Spring Fever

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Sun, 30 Mar 2025 21:27:22 +0000

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Walking through the quiet city
Buildings out of place
Loom large.
Structures we once knew.

I peruse the ruins from below
While surveyors scan the horizon
From the tops of creaking monuments.
Smiling past destruction
With only a vague feeling
Of emperor's doubt.

Winter

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Fri, 28 Mar 2025 22:47:43 +0000

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Winter took its time
Spawning in April
On the lawn
Of a chiaroscuro day.
Breathing in silence
For nine months,
Before swaddling catastrophe
In new fears
To replace the old,
Which numbness never
Fully pained away.

Displaced

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Fri, 28 Mar 2025 21:44:55 +0000

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From constant thought,
To constant thought.
From point to point,
In front and behind,
Above and below,
The horizon runs

Far away.
Your memory hidden
Behind the line.

Although it was expected,
Your departure
Still surprised.
Like mist
On a summer's ay.

Escape

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Fri, 28 Mar 2025 20:50:06 +0000

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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 fog to fade.
The blunt force allayed.
When the sharpness
Of the sunbeam shrinks,
The fullness of winter,
Renews daily, until
The view becomes clear, and
Dullness reminds me
That I escaped.

(Inspired by Sonnet 56)

Trees

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Fri, 14 Mar 2025 20:10:42 +0000

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And here are the trees and I know their gnarled surface, water and I feel its taste. These scents of grass, and stars at night, certain evenings when the heart relaxes - how shall I negate this world whose power and strength I feel?

Albert Camus

Floating

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Fri, 14 Mar 2025 19:56:54 +0000

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Floating on the weight
Of hope,
Mist flattens
The echoes of morning.
At the juncture
Of the day,
I imagine finding you,
Sometimes picturing you
In the distance
Which obscures
Any chance
Of finding you
Once more.

Trees in Sepia

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Fri, 14 Mar 2025 19:22:57 +0000

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When will the disregarded blossom come?
When will the sun dazzle anew?
When will the sky fill with power blue?

The Park

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Fri, 14 Mar 2025 19:15:19 +0000

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Past the bandstand,
To the bird house
And bowls players,
My mother sits
On a sunny day.
Everything is
Pink, white and yellow.
I watch from my pram.
A few years later
She tells me
To be careful
As I swing as
High as I can.

By the time you
Join me on the path
The dusk has settled,
Evening has already
Fallen,
And we take solace
In the fairground
Until the night
Begins.

The End of Learning

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Tue, 14 Jan 2025 19:07:57 +0000

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Your ghost has not yet arrived.
The past stands still.
I wander the streets
In endless searching
For what is gone
But still alive.
What I learned from the rain
Is of no use now.
I travel through this empty day.
And dusk is here.

Eyes Wide Open

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Sun, 20 Oct 2024 18:42:42 +0000

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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.

Resonant Yellow

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Tue, 02 Apr 2024 00:12:08 +0000

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Days of yellow noise
Drive through me,
Passing in asinine brightness.

I try to count the trees
Behind the mist.
An impossible endeavour

Discovered too late.

Autumn Again

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Tue, 03 Oct 2023 21:28:14 +0000

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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.

Primavera

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Tue, 18 Jul 2023 19:38:21 +0000

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The cloak of loneliness was a distant weed.
Something only half comprehended,
Barely regarded.
Pondered on but not yet worn,
Let alone handed down.
In the shade of spring
Everything stretched ahead,
And there was no rush to get home.

Silence

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Sat, 08 Jul 2023 21:57:29 +0000

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Martin Czerny

You explain this world to me with an image. I realise then that you have been reduced to poetry.

Albert Camus

Bluebell Wood

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Tue, 23 May 2023 22:42:44 +0000

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In bluebell wood
The sun settles low
Behind darkened trees.
At night time
The forest fades
And I see you.
Your eyes never
Leave mine.

In videos, the
Weather is fine
Flowers bloom.
Four years to the day.

Brightness shines
On your face.
You look up
To feel the warmth,
Then look away.