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Mathematics (a poem)
Mathematics a poem by Bianca Bowers It is August sixteenth, and I am fuller than I wish to be Winter has crept inside me with all the stealth of a spy I let my forty fifth birthday pass, three days ago, without so much as a wink Like a crowd of strangers, I spurned its presence, kept my eyes on the floor The full moon coincided with it all I shed blood, reflecting moreover on that inconvenient hourglass that will soon dry up along with any superficial beauty I might have possessed once upon a summer ago But as I write this pathetic account of a woman…
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Endless Walk
Her thoughts travelled down her heels, converged with the wire, Offered sibilations, beyond translation. Her intentions remained as enigmatic as her destination but still I followed… #poetry #art
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Hummingbird Heart (Poetry Reading)
Hello friends, I will doing a Poetry Reading every Friday from one of my four books. You can subscribe to my YouTube channel to see this, past and future readings. SUBSCRIBE TO BIANCA’S YOUTUBE CHANNEL
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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 a short film called The Avant Gardener. I said yes, of course! I have recently seen the trailer and it is jaw-droopingly beautiful, I gotta tell you. Anyways, the trailer…
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I had a dream that women rose from the sea
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 in mason jars, A whimsical possession to press against their ears. --••-- And for the first time since Sappho Women saw themselves as something other than beautiful creatures To objectify and dismiss ........ They were tulips of the sea …
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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 long as a pier. ~~••~~ That hovering essence transmuted Effervescent A tiny whirlpool above my chest primed for the ocean to siphon ~~••~~ And then, the sound of whales calling…
