My Bell, It Has Tolled – Author Corey Cowan

Winter’s sharp teeth

chomp down to my bones.

Unthawed out thoughts

freeze in my brain.

Even the wind now

so cold that it moans

as it slams into

my face like a train.


Silent scream-cicles

stuck to my tongue,

frozen tears adhere

to my cheeks.

Lost elasticity

of limb and of lung

and a backbone

so stiff that it creaks.


The missions filled up,

the shelters are too,

so I shiver and

shake at the station.

On rooftops, warm smoke

spills up from the flue,

some Yule logs

in final cremation.


Bundled up tightly

in scarf and in hat,

but in shoes no

match for this weather.


My toes engaged

in a tit-for-a-tat

against the cold

constricting leather.


My belly’s been empty

for what seems like weeks.

My cardboard sign has

turned up missing.

The wind drowns out

my stomach’s shrill shrieks.

Digestion my bowels



Churches no longer

hand out free hot meals

to people in

my situation,

since City Officials

put an end to such deals

in cities across

this great nation.


So this Christmas Day

standing here in the cold

invisible to

all other people,

I know for certain

my bell, it has tolled.

It rings loudly now

from the church steeple.


©  Corey Cowan

Excerpt form the book “Divided Lines – A Poet’s Stance”

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Foreword . . .

In a world of ever increasing advances seemingly created to make our lives easier to manage, envisioned to bring us together, to draw us closer, we are still in many instances isolated and at odds and validly apart. Something is missing, there is a snag, a rip, a hole in the spiritual fabric that we all see; yet we continue to fail to address.

 It has been said by self-proclaimed philosophers, theologians, scholars’ and politicians that the abuse of words can be a danger, there are those that believe words are a leading factor in what ills our society. Of this we do not deny in full, there have been abuses, history is but a melody to that fact, yet it is also true that words have the innate capacity to bridge, to heal that which divides.

 Opinions, views, religions, nations, people, even love divides. The focus of this book and the poets here in, is to give breath to a wide range of issues both small and controversial that lie beneath the surface. Things that we are often hesitant to discuss. In saying that, I will offer that the role of a poet is not to persuade or to add more rhetoric to the static we hear. A poet’s responsibility is to shine the light of awareness, to create a platform for dialogue, for healing, to gather up the images in an attempt to understand what we see.

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