Ian Bowen


Drink And Drown - Poem by Ian Bowen

Shaded by ancient trees
the avenue wakes
as shopkeepers pull down
their multi-striped blinds.
Early coffee drinkers
dip silver spoons
into tiny cups
and stir life with a tinkle.
The new sun sends signals
to todays dusty streets;
that there will be no let up
in its skin-warming glory.

I order another coffee,
and drink and drown
in the atmosphere
of this Summer city.


Comments about Drink And Drown by Ian Bowen

  • (2/2/2010 7:17:00 AM)


    Lamont, 'singnal' is simply a typo...we all do it...even you. The banal is a speciality of mine. Thanks for reading.
    Regards,
    ian
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  • (2/2/2010 7:01:00 AM)


    What's a 'singnal'? It's amazing how much banality can be packed into a few lines. -LP (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, February 8, 2010


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