Bonnie Bowerman

Joined February 2024

40 stories

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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!

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Sweetie A.K.A Spike, Cujo, Dire wolf - the Gangster Girl
She is a fluffy bundle of white fur, immaculately groomed - a stunning Coton de Tulear. Lurking within the adorable pup cuteness, though is fanged, volcanic, madness just waiting to erupt.
By Bonnie Bowerman2 years ago in Poets
The Secret Language of Water
The secret language of water takes time to learn. Masaru Emoto will nod and tell you that. It is about love, fluid grace and endlessly original, intricate, beauty.
By Bonnie Bowerman2 years ago in Fiction
April Blooms
Pale green buds shyly Awaken their bare branches With a lush promise
By Bonnie Bowerman2 years ago in Poets
Still Lake
The fish's tail splashes An iridescent rainbow So richly jewelled
By Bonnie Bowerman2 years ago in Poets
Digital Souls Embrace in the LED Light
My fingers caress Your face gently through the screen Text binds us closer
By Bonnie Bowerman2 years ago in Poets
Sleep is Calling Us
To far dreamy shores Where we spin, weave and cast our Cobwebbed memories
By Bonnie Bowerman2 years ago in Poets
Heat Wave
A hot sun blazes, Scorching the earth a crisp brown, Will it never rain
By Bonnie Bowerman2 years ago in Poets
Harmony of Water
In the forest's song Babbling streams find their rhythm, And play staccato
By Bonnie Bowerman2 years ago in Poets
Turing's Ode
In a world of codes You deciphered the riddle Hurt by life's answer
By Bonnie Bowerman2 years ago in Poets
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All creation is sentient just in different ways. We Quasars, the creators of stars, are aware for billions of years before we eventually die fading into still green clouds. Mine is a big profound, ancient awareness coupled with an equally big and profound painful agony.
By Bonnie Bowerman2 years ago in Fiction
My Old Friend
We sit by the fire I start, you finish the tale Of the two of us
By Bonnie Bowerman2 years ago in Poets
Spring
Cherry trees blossom, You laugh, mouth full, eyes shining, Joy blooms around us.
By Bonnie Bowerman2 years ago in Poets

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Sweetie A.K.A Spike, Cujo, Dire wolf - the Gangster Girl

The Secret Language of Water

April Blooms

Still Lake

Digital Souls Embrace in the LED Light

Sleep is Calling Us

Heat Wave

Harmony of Water

Turing's Ode

HE0450-2958

My Old Friend

Spring

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