@DailyWisdomWords poetry challenge…Resolution

My resolution this year is steeped in sadness

I want to return to the living in gladness

I want the pain and tears of rain to lessen

I don’t want to do any more second guessing

Reaching beyond the veil to touch your love

Is not the way to express what you dream of

Deborah A. Bowman Stevens

Angel
Angels dwell among us!

From my window…

All I see are brick walls enclosing me

Suffocating, restricting, imprisoning me

But on magical, misty nights

When the moon is bright

They fade away and disappear

Revealing wondrous new worlds near

And as such, I reach out and touch Divinity…

Deborah A. Bowman

 

My strength is in my writing!

Sometimes we have to go to the depths of despair to find the core of our being. 2018 was just such a year for me. But dwelling on the past has never helped anyone. The future cannot change, redeem, or soften the past. It is what it is. So whether you reflect in sadness or fantasize about happier times returning, let go! These are the hardest words I have ever penned.

That said, I know my strength is in my writing. I chose to use my strength to face the future. Wish me luck! The same to all of you!

The Book…

simple book
So much more than blank pages!

Open the page

Let in the light

Let yourself gaze

At all that is bright

The wisdom within

The happiness it brings

All the places we have been

Fit for Queens and Kings

A book is magic

On every page

Harmony and wit

Divine, wondrous, sage…

Deborah A. Bowman, bowmanauthor

Fairy Princess, Please Save Our World…

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She walks in magic shimmering, glimmering…

Sparkling as a rare and blessed jewel.

Her power is in her eyes, simmering

On the brink of knowing, a coveted tool.

Take her wisdom and her magic

Into the New Year, the new dawn

Where things may be tragic

But her knowledge will cease all wrongs.

I can see her majesty and destiny.

The feminine divine, Blessed Be!

by Deborah A. Bowman Stevens

A Fairy Child on the Brink of Womanhood

The Sisters of the Fey

woman wearing fairy costume She dwells in secret, contemplating her destiny

A mere child, but she’s seen 1000 seasons.

She lives forever in the mists of obscurity

Immersed in nature, learning all the reasons

For spring, summer, fall, winter for eternity.

She grows slowly and knows Mother Nature;

Her Mother, goddess, friend,  who nurtures

Her to womanhood to become one with infinity…

by Deborah A. Bowman

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