In pain, remembering. A time recalled: a wrongdoing against another. Wincing and in a futile attempt to forget, you try to shove the recollection even deeper into the farthest reaches of the mind. But it refuses to go. It prods and needles. ‘Remember me?’ it taunts. ‘In a moment of anger, this is what you…
In The Company of Strangers
Cast adrift from the knownInto the unknown,Trying to understandUnfamiliar ways. Trying to gain a senseOf belonging andHow I may fit in. Smiling faces andFriendly banter speakOf the unfamiliar,Stopping any strangerFrom joining in. Trying to understandLocal ways of speakingAnd doing I realizeI do not neatly fit. I am what I am:A product ofAnother place,Time, and culture.…
What Joy Means to Me
A child’s laugh, waves tumbling and crashing to shore, the cheerful playfulness of a puppy, the gentle lapping of water against pier pylons, a fiery sunset changing hue from vibrant to subdued, and the perfectly formed colour-spectrum of a rainbow thrown into sharp relief against a backdrop of dark, stormy clouds. These few evoke pleasure…
By Chance
Time and opportunity wait for no one. The future has yet to show its hand, but in all likelihood it is not interested in yesterday’s news. As for opportunity, it is an ephemeral creature. Elusive. Transitory at best, it can be downright fickle at its worst. Without fanfare it approaches quietly. For one brief point…
Upon A Season Dreary
From the mindThe view is shaped.If through a lensOf content:Life takes onA lighter hue.But if seenThrough a lensOf discontent:Life takes onA bleaker,Darker hue. But the mindHas been knownTo change itsMind; so too,Its view.So, to changeThe view andHence, the hue:Move, breathe, smile;Appreciate.Choose the lensThat sees theWhole colourSpectrum. Copyright JBouwman 2022
Sapphire Muse 