Ian Bowen


Ian Bowen Poems

81. Summoned To The Top Floor* 2/18/2010
82. Done And Dusted* 2/18/2010
83. Soon The Light Will Fold* 2/19/2010
84. Cool In The Forest (Haiku) 2/19/2010
85. Must We Now Rename Love? 2/19/2010
86. A Sign Of The Times* 2/20/2010
87. Long As A Vet's Glove 2/20/2010
88. The Shadow Chaser* 2/20/2010
89. It Was Still Warm* 2/20/2010
90. The Ingredients Of Ink 2/20/2010
91. Orgasmic Noises (Haiku) 2/20/2010
92. ***my Dream Girl*** 2/18/2010
93. Enough To Make You Cry 2/18/2010
94. Morning Birth 2/19/2010
95. Beyond The Window* 2/19/2010
96. Beyond The Foyer 2/21/2010
97. Left In The Dark 2/21/2010
98. Mum, I Have Joined A Poetry Site* 2/21/2010
99. Brush A Blush* 2/22/2010
100. Resting In Velvet* 2/22/2010
101. Above A Sleeping World 2/22/2010
102. Credit Cards*** 2/22/2010
103. Pink And Erect* 2/22/2010
104. Lake 2/23/2010
105. ...And You 2/24/2010
106. ***shopping With An Angel*** 2/24/2010
107. Achieved 2/24/2010
108. While Sleeping 2/21/2010
109. After Valentine 2/18/2010
110. A Merry Widow 2/3/2010
111. ***the Grasslands Of Tranquility*** 1/7/2010
112. Did I Just Step On A Bluebell? 2/10/2010
113. ***i Remember Crying In My Sleep*** 2/16/2010
114. My Very First Love 2/8/2010
115. Returning To The Childhood Home 2/5/2010
116. Having Made The Error 2/5/2010
117. Mind Fill (For Lynda Robson) 2/5/2010
118. My Best Seller 2/1/2010
119. Conceived 1/31/2010
120. Do You Remember Summer? 2/1/2010

Comments about Ian Bowen

  • Lynda Robson (1/25/2008 6:09:00 AM)

    I am a great fan of Ian's poetry. He has a way of expressing his thoughts, whatever the theme. I would recommend anyone taking a look at Ian's work, I'm sure they won't be disappointed.
    I echo Will's words.

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  • Will Barber (4/10/2007 5:00:00 AM)

    Ian Bowen's poetry moves through concrete, particular images to the universal. Whether he writes of boyhood or of his mature years, a constant theme emerges - deeply felt experiences, expressed compactly in in vivid, utterly convincing detail.

    Pathos, humor, and sheer narrative skill distinguish his verses - deeply felt, and eloquently expressed.

Best Poem of Ian Bowen

Nature's Repetition*

Time lays dry in the fields
as a long Summer gasps
in choking clouds
of windswept polen.
The tall grasses
bow and wave goodbye
to this years seeds
as they float, then land
on the empty, arid spaces
of a new land.

Like unborn children
they are nourished
in natures womb.
The cord; their roots,
that feed and suck
on the sustinance;
bequithed by
dead ancectors, who
died on the crosses
of last years harvest.

Read the full of Nature's Repetition*

***on Becoming Blind***

Life is now as confusing
as an Irish mermaid.
The dye from these thick, black socks
colours my toes in violet.
If you are clever you can feel
the way around your blindness,
where memories conjure images of
colour, and the snow
covers your path in giant's sperm.

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