Kenny Bowman Poet Free verse

I Don'T Know What To Call This One

For days on end 

I begin to compose my thought patterns and emotions

Radiating from my soul

Making its way through my pen

And onto a blank sheet of paper

Filtering the necessities from the irrelevant

Allowing a mere glimpse of the gyrations percolating through my spiritual cavity

But why just a glimpse?

Maybe this glimpse is all that is accessible

And this semi-hollow void is all there is 

But to what extent is this a colorless disturbance?

To the inmates of commonality

All that is visible to them are gray walls

And that's when desolation sets in

But I've gazed beyond the pale ambience

And seen the world that lays beyond

And its attractiveness dominates over the gray walls a million fold

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Poet Destroyer A April 4, 2016 at 12:40 AM Kenny Bowman, you've expressed yourself well, I enjoyed your poem. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry---LINDA

Skat A August 19, 2015 at 12:56 AM KENNY, I like this very much SKAT