Bonnie Bowerman

Joined February 2024

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Bio

Just a curious soul with a crayon, at the beginning of my writing journey. There were many absorbing detours along the way.

I am so happy, I stumbled upon this community. The depth of talent here, takes my breath away!

Stories (40/0)

What Am I?
Pop goes the wrapper Of a hot summer dream Purple grape Sinful chocolate Icy shivery tingles on your tongue Cold, red sweet cherry
By Bonnie Bowerman2 months ago in Poets
Lunch With Nan
When the lunch bell rang, I would run to her house, just down the street, boots flying, as fast as I could go. Nan would help me off with my coat and shoooosh me into the kitchen. Where the table would be set for me - just so.
By Bonnie Bowerman2 months ago in Poets
My Madness Is a Room in My Mind
The one I try to keep the door closed on– locked and barred - to hold it at bay Sometimes nothing works and it springs open wide – a whirlwind - sweeping away
By Bonnie Bowerman2 months ago in Poets
Derek’s Dinner with Dad
I stumble out of the pub - trying to hail a cab on a foggy as soup night A heavy blanket of alcohol- soothes the ceaseless, monkey chatter in my brain
By Bonnie Bowerman2 months ago in Poets
She Dances To Her Twilight
My tears splash Into the farewell cake batter Tasting sweet sorrow
By Bonnie Bowerman2 months ago in Poets
Finding Treasure in the Dark
I dive into the garden shed To escape the sudden hail Listening to its thwumping, icy, drumbeat on the tin roof My phone flashlight flashes in an arc on shapes in the dark
By Bonnie Bowerman2 months ago in Poets
Hail The Garbage Can Queen
A half-finished vanilla yogurt, now sprouting verdant green Tumbles in the wind, to stump and bump against A rusting regal compass, imperially garbed, in flowing spiderweb silk
By Bonnie Bowerman2 months ago in Poets
We Are Kin With The Moon
I am sure of it We are all magically attached Connected, spinning along together in the way that family does
By Bonnie Bowerman2 months ago in Poets
Earth’s Imprecise Orbit - 365.242 Days
Carefully tallied Solstices and equinoxes Kept in place, neatly Align in perfect measure Never Christmas in July
By Bonnie Bowerman2 months ago in Poets
The Handsome Basilisk
Sleeps in the sun, curled up in the dry grass like a cinnamon bun His green eyes that hypnotize – closed. His sharp claws tucked and folded comfortably - under its nose
By Bonnie Bowerman2 months ago in Poets
My Two-Legged Compass
I have a weakness for photos of men figuring things out. I adore their expressions, the focussed intensity, the dawning of comprehension, the eureka exclamation - “Ah that is what it is all about.”
By Bonnie Bowerman2 months ago in Fiction
Silence
Your Peace Finds me Plunging deep Below the surface Plummeting deep and deeper down To dwell complete, within the heart of me - comfortably
By Bonnie Bowerman2 months ago in Poets

Bonnie Bowerman

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What Am I?

Lunch With Nan

My Madness Is a Room in My Mind

Derek’s Dinner with Dad

She Dances To Her Twilight

Finding Treasure in the Dark

Hail The Garbage Can Queen

We Are Kin With The Moon

Earth’s Imprecise Orbit - 365.242 Days

The Handsome Basilisk

My Two-Legged Compass

Silence

Stories (40/0)