Art + Poetry

All Poetry ©️ Bianca Bowers
All Art ©️and linked back to respective Owners
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ART: Christian Schloe
THE NIGHT GARDEN
by Bianca Bowers
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My voyeurism is on repeat

but I hunger still

for voyage

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I wish

I was the nearest star,

owned a bunk bed on the moon

but I am mere mortal;

leather journal bound by porcelain skin

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Your voice is a prelude

to every ceremonial rain dance

And I collect that rain

to measure

how much love existed

between oceans.

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I wish I could travel

like a bottled message

Or build a raft

and paddle to you every night

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But this is not

the Night Garden

and I've used up all

my wishes.

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blanca-bowers-poetry
ART: Christian Schloe
GARDEN
by Bianca Bowers 
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Take me to the chamber

Where you kept your heart

After I broke it
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Let me stitch and suture it

With words of regret

And lullabies that soothe
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Let me press it to my cheek

like a kiss

Against the rhythm of my own beating heart

So that it knows I am sincere
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Let me lead it into the light

To a garden abuzz

with the tiny wings of hummingbirds

And Filled with the scent of Esperance Roses
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Let me explain

that it was not my heart that betrayed yours

but the skeleton of circumstance.
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blanca-bowers-poetry
Art: Beth Spencer
REFLECTION
by Bianca Bowers
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My duplicitous reflection is rarely what it seems

A ribbon away from flight

A thorn away from descent

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I dream of becoming 

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Touching that parallel fate 

Amputating the hunter with blood between its teeth

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but instead 

I am bound to another fate, 

a feeble wretch of mediocrity

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And I yearn to admit

I cannot breathe with these lungs anymore

cannot be expected to swallow more water 

But to beg like a hungry vagrant 

Would be suicide 

And We have already died together- 

cannot die again 

With you, at least,

But I will die, if we continue to ignore 

the alchemy of silver 

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Perhaps I should beg 

Release your prisoner 

Let me go 

Let that be the only destiny

we choose to chase 

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blanca-bowers-poetry
Art: Christian Schloe
THE MIDNIGHT FLOWER

by Bianca Bowers

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The midnight flower waits 

to bloom

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When the night exhales blue thoughts

When mother moon crowns the cathedral 

When the stars turn into gargoyles 

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Synchronicity

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At the edge of a gothic forest 

The seductress wakes

Rising above the scent of mist 

Her Jasmine veil and downcast lashes

Flutter like a breeze with wings 

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She travels between trees

In the shape of a mystery 

Until she reaches the lake

Hovers like a halo

Before she dives deep

beneath the murk of the living 

Where she tends to the flower 

grave

of her Byzantine heart

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bianca-bowers-poetry
Art: Katerina Plotnikova
OWL

by Bianca Bowers

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An owl stirs behind my eyelids

It knows something I don't

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I trace its velvet feathers

with curious fingers

feel the tiny muscles in its wings 

twitch

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It rises behind me

Like an exclamation 

Opens its wings to full span 

And for a moment, I am a 

winged angel;

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One flight away from heaven 

One stairway away from hell

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I feel the hook of its beak 

nudge my spine

The orange glow of its eyes

spark

inside my own retina 

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We fuse

Dilate 

Flight is possible. 

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bianca-bowers-poetry
Art: Mihai Christe
RELINQUISH ME

by Bianca Bowers

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Relinquish me 

or swallow me whole 

Leave nothing left unsaid 

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Relinquish me

Give me last rites 

Throw me from the bridge 

Or split a vial of poison 

Just go already 

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You're a liar 

A lair 

Love is so unfamiliar now

It was fabricated, forced, fixed

from the start

I was the succubus to your incubus 

and now we are simply demons 

without name or cause 

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I would leave you my shadow

If I had one

But we are not that complex 

anymore 

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Art: Amandine von Ray
KITES

by Bianca Bowers

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I will read to you

til the stars kiss your lids

til the sandman comes

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because I will never leave

could never leave

after you broke your ribs 

bleached your twilight soul

for me

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Me

the star that always shone

though you didn't notice

until your personal apocalypse 

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And now we are kites

released

floating above helium and solar 

into stardust and magic

~•~

And the sky does not exist

nor the ocean

we have transcended mortal fears

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We have escaped the mazes

of our beautiful brains 

who, while misguided,

were only trying to hold the broken pieces

like glue

for far too long. 

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bianca-bowers-poetry
Art: Christian Schloe
MOON DAYS


by Bianca Bowers

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On moon days

I am not myself

A hollowed out planet; susceptible to storms 

Uninhabitable 

Uninhabited 

Space, deconstructed

Redefined

A Melancholic moon for a heart

An absent sun for thoughts

Alone, yet filled with the doubts of a stranger

Flooded with the emotions of an alien

Sinking deeper, while swimming at full throttle 

Oh why, mother moon, are these days so dark? 

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