Ian Bowen


Watered Down Blue - Poem by Ian Bowen

On this hill
I now stand free
from the smell of hustle 'n' bustle
fume filled cities.
Through the shadow
of my sun-protecting hat
I see real life hiding
in the poppy-stained grasses.
Avenues of lime
fence the country lanes
and lead to a single spire,
where birth, marriage
and the finality of death
are sung about from the same book.
Beyond the chaple, sheep
roam the flayed-fleece fields.
A far off forest sits
like a black cloud
on my horizon...

as I wash my canvass
in a watery blue.


Comments about Watered Down Blue by Ian Bowen

  • (2/5/2010 6:08:00 AM)


    I suspect that this well done composition was done under the influence of some voda-like ambience, it is very good. Much better thatn the first glance suggests.
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  • Prince Obed de la Cruz (2/5/2010 6:02:00 AM)


    i rated this one 10 because it is well penned.... nice theme and presentation! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 5, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, February 8, 2010


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