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The Self Updated

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Sun, 26 Apr 2026 19:25:44 +0000

"The years teach much which the days never know."
Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Daylight

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Wed, 15 Apr 2026 20:23:57 +0000

Through the mist
You reach,
Before I wake,
Into
The past,
Resting on
Numb acceptance,
Before fading
As quickly
As the hour
Into the years.

Time

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Wed, 15 Apr 2026 17:20:54 +0000

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The tide slips backwards.
The ripples circle inwards.
Memory is shifting.
Photos on the wall.
Music is playing
The noise of a party.
Voices I once knew.

The river flows away.
The rain falls upwards.
The room once warm is now cold.
Childhood toys,
Are scattered on the floor.
The sun rises and glistens.
Through the window
Of the living room.
Where my father sits.

The tears flow upwards.
The sink fills downwards.
The cat once found is lost.
There is laughter.
I listen from my room upstairs.

August becomes July.
The clock chimes five then four.
The shed becomes a greenhouse,
We all sit on the bench.
There is more laughter
But I’m not there.

Old grows young.
The puddle sinks upwards.
The beach once full
Is now empty.
I remember this beach.
I should never have come back.

The robins disappear.
The sun rises from the west.
I am watching through
The bars of my cot.
I hold on to them
And I won’t let go
I won’t let go.

Already Dark

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

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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.

Song of the Sea: Epilogue

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Sun, 11 Jan 2026 13:21:18 +0000

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Across the sea
A thousand swords
Forged in the sun
Gather.
Uniform, abstract.
Their silent dance
Mesmerises, and
Avalon ascends
For a moment,
Refracting in
A myth once glimpsed,
Sucked in to a sanctuary
Of destruction.

Sinking back into
Victorian benches,
The wood calms,
And I look back
Towards the town,
While the old soldier
Watches
From his wheelchair.

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.

Merry Christmas

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Fri, 19 Dec 2025 22:33:11 +0000

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It was Christmas Eve, babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, "Won't see another one"
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you.

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen-to-one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you, baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true...

From Fairytale of New York
Jem Finer and Shane MacGowan

Song of the Sea: Defences

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Wed, 19 Nov 2025 17:39:35 +0000

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Grey rocks
Carefully arranged,
The patterns we make
Important to ourselves.
Defiant as a child.

Behind where I stand
Even higher concrete walls
Have been placed
So that we can enjoy
The view of our
Delusion.

But no longer
Do we often look.
Standing as far
Back as possible.

No one tolerates
The storm
Any longer.

Ignoring the swell
We try to filter out
The noise
Ringing in our ears
From a distance,
Waiting to crash
Into our defences.
It's hard work.

But the storm
Always finds a way
Somehow.

Song of the Sea: Years

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Wed, 12 Nov 2025 21:03:05 +0000

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Friends and family
Had disappeared
Into the memories
Of seashells
And candyfloss.
Into the notes
Of the music at
The end of the pier.
Into the penny arcade.
Into the sand
Beneath your feet.
Into the heat
Of the day.
Into an ocean
Full of longing.

Maybe I ran past
You on the beach
Many years ago
With spade in hand,
Towards the end.

Dreamer

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Sat, 08 Nov 2025 21:12:02 +0000

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Wisdom hides in the mist, imperceptible.
Words flow as cliches,
Images repeated.
Strangers on the same road,
Follow a trail of
Sodden, windswept threads,
Looking for the sound of their own heart.
Some of these words are true.
But none make a difference.

Song of the Sea: Statistics

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:38:46 +0000

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Crisis estimates that £1.9 billion would be needed to completely eradicate homelessness in the UK. This cost includes various aspects such as providing affordable housing, support services, and mental health assistance.

As of 2025, there are over 3 million millionaires, and 156 billionaires in the UK.

The Church of England has a large endowment of £8.7 billion which generates approximately £1 billion a year in income.

Song of the Sea: Shelter

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:23:21 +0000

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When the rain poured down
I ran to a seafront shelter.
You were already there.
I thought you were a resident
Of a local old people's home.
I looked over towards you and nodded.
I expected someone to come for you
But no one came, and time passed.
The rain offered no respite.
I looked at you again, and saw
The carrier bags at your feet.

I bought you some food
And made some calls.
But still no-one came.
Everyone already knew you were there.
No hotel or B&B would take you.
You told me your story
As SUVs drove by.

On my birthday
All I could be was half
A Samaritan.
I stayed until dusk.
The next day I was told
That you had moved on.

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.

Winter Morning

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Sat, 01 Nov 2025 21:22:10 +0000

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Holding a ladder
She sang
And you saw.
Then, climbing
Right past
With a swag bag,
Your ghost made
No footprints
In the frost,
As she watched
The frozen sunset
Slip behind
The brightest day.

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.

Strange Trees

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Sun, 12 Oct 2025 21:27:59 +0000

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Chilling to the soul
In their aspect
But of nature
Nonetheless.
Peacefully intriguing
In their reassuring
Order
And disconcerting power.
Absorbing in
Primal fear.

Making Plans

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Sun, 12 Oct 2025 12:40:52 +0000

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My Spooky.

Christmas

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Sat, 11 Oct 2025 21:35:33 +0000

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Buried behind concrete
Hope lies dead
In tiny rooms
Where the lost
Seek their souls,
Waiting for night
To arrive
Once more. Soon
Brutalist ghosts will
Rise into the air
To watch over their
Shiny, reflective offspring
Keeping together
What is falling apart.

Song of the Sea - Hope

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Sat, 11 Oct 2025 21:12:49 +0000

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Just before evening
The waves
Engulfed hope,
In the salty air.
I watched the birds above
And felt the chill falling.

Ruins

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Fri, 10 Oct 2025 20:03:17 +0000

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What had lived
In her soul
As an instinct
Was now confirmed.
One day we will all
Walk among the ruins,
With the vague hope
That we will defy
What we see
Before our eyes.
Now shacked to
This knowledge
For a lifetime,
The only thing she could do
Was to keep returning
To stare at the stones.