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Christina Bowring Poem
If you could hear echoes from my heart now,
would you perhaps reflect and wonder how
I have longed to hear your melodic voice
flow in symphony with mine and rejoice.
I cry out for you when you are not here
with silence resonating an empty sphere.
Tender spoken words of love that I seek
to perforate a muted day so bleak.
If you could see me through veils of sorrow,
would you give light for a bright tomorrow ?
Could your eyes feast upon me just once more
as they did back then when they gently bore
and pierced to capture my spirit and soul -
a hunger that consumes to leave unwhole.
To paint life again with shades of colours
that conceals the blackness that discolours.
If you could embrace and seduce me now,
would you and your absent heart know how
I have yearned many a still, lonely night
to share with you dawn’s arrival of light.
Entwined in your arms where it all begun
where passing of years intense love was spun.
Woven into our lives with webs of desire
like a moth to flame with burnt wings on fire.
If you could see we were drifting apart,
damaged vessel sinking a lonely heart -
would you steer your ship on a stormy sea,
let down guarded sails back to rescue me?
Save a drowning soul through winds of love;
resurrect once more to float from above.
Bring waves of joy on a moon’s tidal riff,
perhaps you would, but then, what if ?
Copyright © Christina Bowring | Year Posted 2023
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Christina Bowring Poem
Fear not of the undiscovered journey -
the soul’s compass will show you the way ~ the poet
When the curtain finally falls
and angels soft chimed voices calls
there are no mourning tears to seep
Oh Lord, as I lay down to sleep.
Time to set forth upon my way
towards that honeyed, nectar ray
Pray not my dear loved ones to weep
Oh Lord, as I lay down to sleep.
Shell left behind for pure sheer bliss
all mind’s attachments to dismiss
eternal life so shall I reap
Oh Lord, as I lay down to sleep.
Loving arms gently guiding me
amongst heavenly sights I see
my saviour at my side to keep
Oh Lord, as I lay down to sleep.
Soul radiant as it takes flight
fleeing shackles from dark to light
Pray not my dear loved ones to weep
Oh Lord, I awake from deep sleep.
Copyright © Christina Bowring | Year Posted 2024
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Christina Bowring Poem
Oh, weeping willow - friend to me
enchanting thee shall always be.
I have bequeathed secrets to thee
whilst whispering gently to me.
Taketh comfort when hie to flee
nature’s maddening outburst spree.
Cometh rain, shine, you hear my plea
and protect me from life’s debris.
Graceful thee stand my eyes to see
awaiting and weeping with me.
Seasoned branches becoming free
to kiss the ground - teardrops from thee.
Your arching harbour so feathery;
long green leaves a pillow to me.
I rest in safety, hope, to be -
revived afore take leave of thee.
Nectar flowers that feed the bee,
bell shaped yellow, so bright to see.
Catkins fall as you give to me
a token of friendship - bless thee.
Oh, weeping willow - friend to me
enchanting thee shall always be.
I have bequeathed secrets to thee
whilst whispering gently to me.
Copyright © Christina Bowring | Year Posted 2023
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Christina Bowring Poem
Upon a high, cobwebbed bookcase
there lay a forlorn nutcracker
who once adorned a cheery face
but amiss now shiny lacquer.
A coat of green he loved to preen
now musty, fading, lacking gleam.
Afore, stood proud on duty to
ward off bad spirits from his home
as folklore stories told, he knew,
to keep sentry against a tome.
To watch over those that dwelt there
and guard a young girl in his care.
Many adventures they would share
through years of magical play and fun -
castle, a prince and dragons lair,
a fairy with sugar plum hair.
Around they would waltz with such glee
until moon set its shadows free.
With each strike of grandfather clock
in a pirouette, years danced away.
Dust now covered the once loved frock
as nutcracker peered down to pray.
He wished just one more time to dance
with his friend if only by perchance.
Upon one snowy winter’s eve
an overture played with candles lit
and in magical disbelief
another fairytale could be writ.
For nutcracker’s prayer indeed heard
as a miracle thus occurred.
Around he waltzed in sheer delight
with his lady friend full of grace.
Her dress in flight like a bright kite
she held him against her rosy face.
No longer forlorn and filled with glee
more adventures ahead he could see …
Copyright © Christina Bowring | Year Posted 2023
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Christina Bowring Poem
Porcelain chalk white mask
moves with silence of mime
that hides a lovelorn face
moonstruck by orbs of light
with shadows to embrace.
Porcelain chalk white mask
a cloak of much disguise
hides from the world a heart
that has lost its amour
and yet, performs for art.
Porcelain chalk white mask
a jester, clown, for all
veils verbal tongue held still;
liminal space for words
lest written by a quill.
Porcelain chalk white mask
masquerades as muted
gestures on staged display
hides tumbling diamond tears -
Pierrot to portray …
Copyright © Christina Bowring | Year Posted 2024
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Christina Bowring Poem
Crystal winged hourglass flows muted gold sand
as time turns red dawn to pink dusk once more;
life’s tapestry fades as years so expand
but love in the heart gives youth to restore
when embraced with so much left to explore.
Crystal winged hourglass portrays such fleeting
finite life as time slips by depleting;
with love reborn, awoken from sleeping
so shall heavenly days be accreting -
when sand flows no more - just joy, no weeping.
Copyright © Christina Bowring | Year Posted 2024
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Christina Bowring Poem
‘Tis You’
It’s a tempestuous, wuthering, wuthering day
as I set forth exuberant and merrily on my way.
I pause to hearken to the symphony of sound
as natures harmony plays and swirls all around.
Ignited flaming thoughts to fill a love sonnet
as I march on and grasp my dishevelled bonnet.
Singing with a lilt - the moors copious with heather,
I am blown to and fro like a weightless feather.
I hither towards the midst of my burning desire;
Longing making my feet rapid as if on fire.
If I was today my sweet love, my kiss to miss,
Nay - I must not surrender and think only bliss.
Romance - oh the seductiveness of it all!
Cascading down upon me like a waterfall.
Each rising, descent, of the sun as day goes down,
Submerged in his love I rhapsodically drown.
Since thine I have always pledged to forever be,
My ravenous eyes shall only seek to find thee.
I surge on until the glorious sight that I behold
appears suddenly before me like a treasure of gold.
The apparition manifests and it seems to glisten
as I catch my breath through squally weather to listen.
A tuneful, loud whistle from a source closest to my heart,
A call for lovers to reunite - no longer apart.
I knew my love would come being no creator of sorrow,
And I shall yearn again for him till it be morrow.
Thou art more to me than my own self - all life together;
He of sun-rays, moonbeams, his divine light altogether.
Joyful musical notes, a bonnet, in the wind left behind,
As I cry out ‘tis you’ and in loving arms, myself, I find.
Copyright © Christina Bowring | Year Posted 2023
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Shall I reside in shadows of past years
like a silhouette where light appears dimmed
as life’s entangled path cuts deep like spears
of perforating thorns overly brimmed?
Shall I guard the fragility of heart
and retreat stumbling with blindfolded sight
unless black shrouds unveils colourful art
of silky roses grown in shades of light?
Shall I remain dwelling and not then seek
life that awaits a brave travellers feet —
yet, would not a fervent heart grow so meek
with a dying rhythm of its own beat?
Amidst faith, scars from life’s thorns slowly heals
upon a path where inner self reveals.
Copyright © Christina Bowring | Year Posted 2024
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Oh, holly tree, friend to me,
with scarlet berries to see
that delight my eyes to feast
as winter’s dearth so released.
To rest my head upon leaves
of evergreen, glossy sleeves -
spiny foliage shall seek
to hide ruddy breast and beak.
Melody of song I call
for you with snow’s silent fall,
and I, messenger of hope,
shall brighten days of white scope.
Sacred for peace and goodwill,
bringing warmth to season’s chill,
forever so shall you be -
Oh, holly tree, friend to me!
Copyright © Christina Bowring | Year Posted 2023
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Christina Bowring Poem
Cold, so cold, as everything seems to enshroud me
encasing light, the flame of life - darkness within.
Slivers of blue, ice my lips, like a frozen lake.
Am I in a nightmare - is this where realms begin?
All alone, is this real - where did all this begin?
Sounds - a haunting violin.
Wistful melody stirring my spirit to flee
as walls echo non earthly vocals from within.
Then, melancholy silence, nothing to awake -
old portraits of past lives frozen in time therein.
In fear, I am bound in its presence and shut in.
Sounds - of eerie screams within.
Torn, flapping curtains are wings of omen to me;
Veils of black plumage, swirl and dance to death within.
My conscience not forsaken - dreams to awaken!
This hellish, long nightmare - how did this all begin?
Is this real? I know not within - truth kept therein.
Sounds - a ghostly violin.
Vibrating wind moans, groans, as I quiver to see
windows reflect ghastly visions staring within.
I dread the awake now as windows, doors, do shake;
a chilling foreboding fills me deep from within.
Then it stops, listen - tick, tick, tick! What dwells therein?
Sounds - echo my heart akin.
Pulsating rhythm as it resonates, flows, through me -
panelled walls, chimney, all breathing, contained herein.
Louder, louder, consuming me, I need to make
it stop! Or, be bound to this nightmare ever within.
Or reality - I know not? Must escape herein.
Sounds - hollow footsteps begin.
Mortal fear, frozen limbs, as these echoes draw me
to eerie murmurs that haunt and dampen my skin.
Dissonance sounds escalate - heart pounding, I shake;
Lasting impressions floating through air and within.
Doom scents the room, time to flee - save my soul within.
Sounds - more frightful screams begin.
Blending into shadows that become me, I flee
to nevermore suffer such mad torment within.
Bright orbs guides me to a passage to forsake
this terrifying world of darkness and ghosts therein.
Praying for salvation I announce all past sin.
Sounds - reality screams within.
Not alone for colourless spirits there I see
with hushed, funereal tones swirling as they begin
darting to, fro, with haunting faces of heartache.
Wretched souls, silhouettes, of years gone, remain therein.
Terror consumes me - need to leave - run from within.
Sounds - no sounds - realise within.
Ornate mirror hangs, cobwebs strewn, dims projection.
I glance searching for a white, pallor complexion.
Nothing, nothing! Horror!
There is no reflection …
Copyright © Christina Bowring | Year Posted 2023
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