jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman) : Writing

Your Eyes

Your Eyes

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


mind wild skittery thoughts unable to focus.. your eyes the screened window i fall through, having made the mistake of trusting it could hold ..
Small Eternities

Small Eternities

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


i dream of a palm held out in warm welcome waiting for the touch of mine
A Poet's Lack Of Armor

A Poet\'s Lack Of Armor

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


i'm trying to teach myself to write in such a way as not to display so much of my soul to not bare myself or show my exposed beams for people t..
A Breakfast Of What-ifs

A Breakfast Of What-ifs

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


heartbeats are rarely fickle things staccato rhythms pointing to the truth of a thing faster than your brain can muddle through reminding you as y..
when you say.

when you say.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


when you say don't touch me even with a smile a joking lilt and you think you are letting me down easy what i hear is cordoned off b..
A Silenced Poet

A Silenced Poet

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


a hollow silence now fills the space of you i once embellished with poetry my fields lie fallow, the pen still... so many syllable..
So Much Anger

So Much Anger

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


i don't know when i stopped being the me i know best but i did sometimes i feel her railing against her fetters... and i want to run to the ..
Quintessence (A Collaboration)

Quintessence (A Collaboration)

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


written with my friend alan p. kelly - we've written 3 in total together and this one is my favourite i think...
Clam Digging

Clam Digging

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


one of my most cherished childhood east coast memories.. clam digging in Narragansett RI or any number of secret southern New England clamming spots....
transit.

transit.

A Poem by jenniewren (J.W. Bouwman)


She dreams (while riding musty buses and clackety trains transitclogged lifeforms clattering in at every turn no space for personal room n..