jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman) : Writing

the still-life of waiting.

the still-life of waiting.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


i miss you, she said,tracing well-used patternsinto the walls of her mindthe figment she spoke tostayed silent,having done so for longerthaneven she c..
morning glories, jasmine and the rose of sharon.

morning glories, jasmine and the rose of sharon.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


morning glories, jasmineand the rose of sharon -after which you were named...this tuesday morningi rosepicked out clothes(lime greens and browns,slipp..
stirring clocktime into coffee.

stirring clocktime into coffee.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


she waits in silenceclink-swish-clink...swishthe raspy chime of teaspoon in ceramic mugher sole companionthe watchface on her wristticks the time off ..
what gretel never knew.

what gretel never knew.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


what gretel never knewbeforebut was to soon find out:iseach hard-won breadcrumbthe prize she'd sought to gain,or what her journey's brought about?
the crux of the matter.

the crux of the matter.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


when heart andhopesdon't meet,where does intuition lie?when intuition lies,where are weto rest decisions,if what kept our cavemen forbearsfrom the maw..
tracing snowflakes onto paper.

tracing snowflakes onto paper.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


she writes the words downknowing each is not enoughthe curl of a smile justcan'tbe contained in these letters,the inscribed scratchesfootsteps into an..
yearning.

yearning.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


yearningis a silly wordfraught with imagesof Byron, of Keatsof tousle-haired andhollow-eyed pale forms keeningfrom atop some picturesquely gothic moun..
throwing pistachio shells into the river.

throwing pistachio shells into the river.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


is thereanythingquiteas beautiful asthe smell of summer rain?
discoveries.

discoveries.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


discoveriescan still happen, you knoweven when your slightly jaded heartthinks you know absolutelyeverythingthere is to knowabout a personabout yourse..
when the feeling is bigger than your body can contain.

when the feeling is bigger than your body can cont..

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


a glowing ember resideswithin my ribcageit coats my boneswith liquidsunshine happinessa silly smile holds my lipswhen i think of conversationswe've ha..