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Love Is A Song She Sang From A Cage

  Dear Readers, A revised version of my poetry book, Love Is A Song She Sang From A Cage, is now available as an Ebook on all platforms. If anyone is interested in reviewing this book, please contact me for a free review copy at: contact [at] biancabowers [dot] [com] Thanks for supporting my work, and please enjoy the samples below...   CLICK HERE TO BUY FROM AMAZON   DISTANCE The distance grows impossibly I cannot communicate in monosyllables anymore I…

My poem to be featured in a short film

a poet writes, never knowing if the seeds of her words will blossom into flowers In 2013, I wrote a poem called, Tree of Life, inspired by the Gustav Klimt painting of the same name. In 2014, the poem was published in my first poetry collection, Death and Life. And then the first bud appeared in Spring In 2016, I was approached by a NY Filmmaker who sought permission to use my poem, Tree of Life, in the trailer for…

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I had a dream that women rose from the sea

[caption id="attachment_1537" align="alignnone" width="550"] Floating Giants, by Christian Schloe[/caption]   Art: Christian Schloe Poem: Bianca Bowers … … … I had a dream  That women rose from the sea like Winged Neptunes And the men on the beach cast their eyes to the watercolour sky  to behold the floating giants  --••-- And for the first time in centuries  Men saw women as something other than just shells; Buried beneath sand, Delicate enough to be crushed, Pretty little ornaments to place…

Free Poetry Book: Pressed Flowers

Dear Readers, I am writing to let you know about my free poetry ebook, Pressed Flowers. This book is the result of my decision to retire 2 of my 3 poetry books (Death and Life / Love Is A Song She Sang From A Cage) earlier in the year. Pressed Flowers contains 43 of my favourite poems from all 3 of my poetry books, and I'm offering it to existing and new subscribers for free. [caption id="attachment_1487" align="aligncenter" width="603"] Subscribe…

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Endurance

An ache requires endurance. Stamina. A mind-marathon that may or may not result in implosion. My internal landscape ached for a decade before my body finally tried to self-destruct.  But the darkness wasn’t dark enough for me, and the light was too bright.  Still, before they returned my restless spirit back to its aching body, they did so with the promise that relief too required endurance, the benefit of which was wings.

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Belonging

I have wrestled with the concept of belonging for many years. Since leaving my South African home at age 23, I have been singled out as not belonging. In NZ, in the UK, and now Australia. And I guess it bothered me enough to write about it endlessly and withdraw into myself on enough occasions. Then, a few years ago, I met up with a journalist who was writing about her own explorations into belonging. We drank our herbal teas…

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Whale Procession

  WHALE PROCESSION I drowned in squid ink landed on the ocean floor Clouds of sand engulfed me like the jaws of a great white An army of jellyfish  passed overhead- a beautiful funeral procession ~~••~~ Once death settled  my essence hovered-a reluctant apparition I felt the starfish twitch beneath me Spied sea dragons rocking to and fro in the current ~~••~~ A school of parrot fish swam past and a sea urchin opened its door  ~~••~~ Then, Silence as…

Metamorphosis

So, I lost 3 years of web content yesterday when switching host companies. I have no idea what happened. After all, I've done this before. Now that I've had my mini-meltdown and a new day has dawned, I've decided to view this as an opportunity to start afresh and not expend anymore energy on trying to retrieve the past. ✌️ Metamorphosis I have star-studded lashes this morning ° A purple moon sleeps inside Horizons beckon Tall and wide Shadows lick, like…