Beauty Is Everywhere
Beauty is everywhere
Take a look outside
It’s in the dreams that build tonight
It’s in its teeth that mark the sky
There’s beauty in a tear
It’s in the path that led you here
It’s in a smile that spills out
To anyone who will listen
Beauty is here
I’ve seen it
It’s in the thread of a dress
It’s in a lock of golden hair
It’s in a drunkard’s eye
On a rainy night
Chasing dreams
Across the sky
As one stands
Singing in the rain
Beauty is here
Beauty is everywhere
……
I Write As I Cry
Death brings me here
A feeling of isolation
Of grief and dependent emotion
All this uncertainty, makes losing a parent extremely bewildering
My mother was a nurse
My father, myself, and my sister
Never expected
To be making her comfortable on a pressure-free mattress
That then would become her deathbed
I remember it clearly
Only months before
And having received the call to come home quickly
I write
As I cry
I recall the days before she died
In a heart-rendering conversation
Holding my hand, my Mum said how she wanted to see me thrive
Now I sit here, without her, and I wonder
How I’ve coped through all of this time?
My life is unstable
With a lack of direction I feel like a failure
In a landscape of loss uncertainty heightens
Not knowing where I’m going or who I am
The death of one’s mother is a death out of time
Feeling robbed of the future, in which she was mine
All the images I had of my life that included my Mum
When I married, had children – all of these now are gone
The experience of loss
Cuts straight to the deep and meaningful
Exacerbating pain
But writing this is helpful
Providing therapy
In which I’m uplifted, affirmed, recognised, and heard
Connecting and helping other people
I wipe a tear from my eye
Acknowledging and dealing with loss
Is seen as brave and courageous
And I’m deemed an inspiration
But I don’t see it like that
Deep down I just want Mum back
And in the void left by that impossibility
I think of my Mum
Immensely beautiful, breathtakingly
Exquisitely human
And in this way we grow; together
And my Mum is never forgotten
Biography
Richard C. Bower is a British poet, essayist, and Cultural Ambassador whose work
examines the intersections of philosophy, literature, and contemporary spiritual thought.
Holding a BSc in Philosophy & Social Sciences and an MSc in Journalism, his writing is
informed by rigorous socio-cultural analysis and narrative precision. Recently granted
doctoral recognition for his sustained contribution to literature, Bower serves as a
UNESCO-recognized Poet Laureate and a member of the Authors’ Club. His published
collections, including Pleasures In The Pathless Woods (2023) and Introspective Soliloquies
(2025), explore themes of moral consciousness and the reclamation of attentiveness in an
age of distraction.
Bower’s work has garnered significant international academic attention, particularly within
the context of world translations and comparative literature. His poetry has been translated
into Bengali and frequently appears in scholarly discussions alongside the works of
Rabindranath Tagore. In 2023, he was invited to address scholars at Visva-Bharati
University – founded by Tagore – on the role of the poet in modern society. By positioning
poetry as a civic instrument and ethical practice, Bower continues to contribute to global
dialogues regarding literary humanism and the re- enchantment of cultural narratives
