The Future …đź’–

Where do I go from here?

What do I really hold dear?

Decisions creep up on us from afar

And we always wonder who we really are?

Changing and rearranging everyday

Our moods in fickle alignment

But such allows us refinement!

Follow your heart!

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Plan Your Future With Your Heart!

 

Fickle Inspiration

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Fantasy Inspiration

I see the trinkets that surround me

But do I really see?

These are so precious to me

They inspire and capture my creativity

But not today

I have no words to say

But those that get in the way

My inspiration does not shine

In silence I seek the divine

And all will be well in time

My Annie doll will speak her mind

And tell me of her trip from Ireland

When she came alone to Ellis Island

The castle will sing its tune, the dancer spinning

And a new story will be beginning

To weave its way into my soul

The faerie pixie will rise and flow

Through ancient dreams and glowing scenes

Dancing on the sun’s rays, amidst the colors of the rainbow

The Kindle will light with fire: reds and yellows; golds and blues

I’ll slip on my glasses so I can see true

The beautiful forests and haunted hills

I’ll experience thrills and wills and chills

As a new world comes alive inside my brain

Some of you may think me insane

As the keyboard beckons and calls my name

Not all the words have gone up in flames

I just had to write them to know their game

Of hide and seek, catch me if you can, find me if you dare

The words will scatter unless you show them you care.

NOW THE STORY LOST IN TIME…

HAS RETURNED TO SPARKLE AND SHINE!

Deborah A. Bowman

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Where Did I Go Wrong?

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Okay, life is tough

Complicated, complex, rough

It’s supposed to be

How can we see

Where we lost our way

Unless we find out where we went wrong?

Here’s to finding life’s path; be strong!

Deborah A. Bowman

 

 

 

Easter…

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A time of reflection and renewal

An adamant and firm refusal

To let sadness rule my day

As I look to God, I will find a way

To be happy and release the grief

To find blessed love and relief

 

God who gave his only son

Grieved on a Friday, withheld the sun

The rain His tears upon the earth

On Sunday morn, risen in new birth

His Son ascended to be with His Father

We were given eternal life and forgiveness

So there is no more grief and sadness

All souls dwell in the glory of the Lord

I rejoice in this Easter morn…

Deborah A. Bowman Stevens

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Future …

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Some days I feel like I have come so far, done so well

Since a year ago, when my world literally ended for me.

But then, I get a heavy feeling in my gut and the bells of doom kell

Their heavy tolls, awakening me to the emptiness within my heart.

I look around and watch sadness creep in like waves

Through my soul, my mind, my body, showing me the grave

That I do not have the courage to visit.

How do I keep the feeling of accomplishment and resist

The bells that ring in tandem to random thoughts of loss?

There is no way to shine from heaven the unknown gloss … of forever, together.

Deborah A. Bowman

Seeing through an artist’s eye… Write what you see!

Oil painting by Mary Eunice Bowman (copyrighted 2016)

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Seeing through an artist’s eye
Opened a new world for me
As an author, I was penning the big scene
Forgetting bits of glory I should see
To create word paintings in delicate sighs
Of rich colors, graphic words, short strokes of awe
I see because of my artist mother; thanks Ma!

Deborah A. Bowman