Ian Bowen Poems
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A Poem About Nothing
I want to write a poem about 'nothing'
(not an easy thing to do) .
I want to describe the emptiness
that I've found since I lost you.
The crashing waves of ecstasy
will me missing from my verse.
There will no expletive adjectives
or headless-chicken curse.
The glorification of life's scenery
will be omitted from this page.
I will not mention the 'seven wonders'
or some ancient, historic age.
I will simpy be negative
and just scribble what comes out.
Leave you hopelessly pondering...
what this poem is all about
Clarence The Artist
Each rain soaked cobblestone reflected a midnight moon
as total darkness hid between the close, claustrophobic walls of alleyways.
A single stage rattled to a stop.
The smokey breath of stallions, cut through the evening chill,
twirling upwards like some forest fire.
A bag, full of different shaped knives were lifted from inside the carriage,
wrapped in the leather of the bovine dead.
He walked tall in his high hat, cape dragging the ground,