Frank Ian Bowen Poems

You lie quite still in morning light,
bathed so softly, eyes closed tight.
Your hair cascades ‘cross soft white sheets.
I see your neck; your slow pulse beats.
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There she lies in the cool winter sun,
a sculpture in sand, uniquely just one.
Her name is ‘Marina’, she has golden hair
that flows out behind in spectacular flare.
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You woke with a tear that rolled down your cheek,
As I opened my eyes, I just caught a peek
of you trying to cover it, not wanting to show
your sadness at parting. I know; I know.
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Large wet drops lose clouds firm grasp
and fall on hills to which plants do clasp.
The drops sink in, they’re gone so fast,
Without the rain no plant would last.
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I sat on the sand, as the sun went down,
I listened to the sea, white foam as her gown
My mind was in neutral, my gaze far away,
as I listened to the sound of the sea today
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Human spirit’s a strange thing to see
It lives deep within both you and in me
You can’t go and buy one from a shop or a store
Yet its often displayed and when seen you want more
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The cloud is low, it’s colour grey
The start of yet another day
My mood is low in tune with this
The news I have like winter’s kiss.
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As dawn breaks into consciousness, my hand stretched out to touch
your soft, warm form ‘cross pillows strewn. It’s sometimes just too much
for me to only gaze upon. My love swells up, my arms reach out to gather you to me
I gently stroke your sleep away, from dreams that set you free.
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I stay outside in sun and rain,
my thick black coat is on again
it’s sometimes heavy but has no weight -
look, get up will you, I cannot wait,
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Why is it this quite small chap
can out-perform a well sprung trap?
His legs are tiny, yet hinged just right
to give him extra-ordinary height
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