by Jack G. Bowman
He opens the frozen valve
emotion pours out:
truth and sad fluids;
bitter, pungent, stagnant,
fill the small room, eyes glaze over
as he speaks aloud in a shamanic trance
what has been trapped inside
for so long
she was a sweet person who was taken far too early
and he, wanting to heal,
moved on into beauty;
within shards of torn steel, glass and wonder
achievements in the spring
only after scars, screams, seclusion and sacrifice
now, backward, bold, battered and beleaguered,
he spills out, tries to hold back enough,
that the listener
isn’t drowned.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Jack was born to a workin' class family in southwestern Ohio, but soon moved to southern California where he lives today. Changes in subculture as well as the 'spirit of the times' affected his writing and philosophy. He graduated from California State Polytechnic University in Pomona in 1986 with a Bachelor of Arts in Behavioral Science. He graduated from Pacific Oaks College in Pasadena with a Master of Arts in Marriage, Family and Child Counseling in 1997., His work in the mental health field since 1984, as well as his own bizarre life experiences, figure prominently in his poetry, art, songs and prose. Jack is a licensed Psychotherapist in the Los Angeles area., He has been a published poet since 1991.
Last updated May 01, 2013