Ian Bowen

***i Remember Crying In My Sleep*** - Poem by Ian Bowen

I remember crying in my sleep.
I remember wiping my eyes
on the blanket my Uncle
brought back from the army,
with his name and rank
emblazoned on the left hand corner.

The dream that made me unhappy
in my boyhood sleep...

is private.

Comments about ***i Remember Crying In My Sleep*** by Ian Bowen

  • Elena Sandu (7/20/2010 10:30:00 PM)

    I always thought that poets does not have much privacy, revealing might be a best thing, this poem's end end seems out of joint, if not intended as a joking point.I take the risk of being not to clever and ask for liberty to laugh out loud, thanks again for share! (Report) Reply

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  • Sadiqullah Khan (2/16/2010 5:20:00 AM)

    Yes, i agree with beth (Report) Reply

  • Bethany Buhl (2/16/2010 5:00:00 AM)

    You kind of had me thinking you were gonna tell me why. But you left me this bomb shell of it's private. This poem is really good and the ending was the best part for me as it make me wonder why you cried. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 16, 2010

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