Where Did I Go Wrong?

photo of a pathway in a forest
Shadowed path in sunlight

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






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 …

woman in black long sleeved cardigan

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

The Versatile Blogger Award Nominated by Kim from I Tripped Over a Stone

https://watchingthedaisies.com/about-2/ This is a blog to follow, a blog to learn from, a blog to inspire. Brigid P. Gallagher has taught me so much. I share her with you.

Watching the Daisies

Versatile Blogger Award

Many thanks to Kim from http://www.itrippedoverastone.com for nominating me for The Versatile Blogger Award.

Kim suffers from Fibromyalgia and she always inspires me with her words of wisdom.

She has written The ShadowBoxer’s, Fighting Fibromyalgia, Your Personal Journal. which happens to be the first interactive journal about fibromyalgia ever published on Amazon.

The rules of the Versatile Blogger Award are as follows:

  1. If you are nominated, Congratulations you have been awarded the Versatile blogger award!
  2. Thank the person who gave you the award and include a link to their blog.
  3. Select 10 -15 blogs/bloggers that you’ve recently discovered or follow regularly.
  4. Nominate those bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award.
  5. Tell the person who nominated you 7 things about yourself.

Seven things about me:

  1. Like Kim I suffer from Fibromyalgia. It has influenced my life since 2003, when I succumbed to a plethora of symptoms that were quite frightening. However, I have been…

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The Elusive Souls

The Sisters of the Fey

Dare to Capture the Elusive Souls?

Standing stones of antiquity … prehistoric vintage…

What hands fashioned this fantasy on earth?

What type of man and woman with ancient lineage

Knew how to create the energy and give birth

To a masterpiece of rock and nature

To fill the minds of evolved beins for all eternity?

They who ventured forth to find and nurture

The natural essence of relearning so as to see

The life of gods and goddesses,

Who once lived upon this planet

Before time and reason vanquished priestesses

Of the otherworldly amongst the gamut…

Surrealism, wizardry, soothsayer,

Magick, druidism, and worship…

Faith of water, sky, soil, and fire

By divine deities who flourished,

Secreted in our world:

No longer remembered or nourished

By nature’s abundance and song.

Where have the elusive souls gone?

Deb's Stone Henge Painting, 2-16-18 Original Painting of Stonehenge and Poem by Deborah A. Bowman

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The Ultimate Unknown…

Icons from yesteryear. A life lost too soon in the rush of days.

As children the passage of time seemed endless and slow like dripping wax. Now we blink our eyes and everything has changed. Even a happy medium would allow us to catch our breath before being hurled into the unknown again.

Deborah A. Bowman