In my poetry, I turn within to my soul, mind, and heart
I give of myself until I am torn apart
Releasing my pain, raw emotion, and sorrow
So I can reach within and find beauty tomorrow
My poetry is everything that I am, have been, will ever be
My poetry is how I live, grow, evolve, and see
Deborah A. Bowman
We find ourselves lost and alone sometimes
We don’t know how to cope
But that which combines
Beauty and hope
Can calm and heal the mind
Strength lies in the beauty of nature
We are never alone when we allow God to nurture
I woke up today and the world had changed
It didn’t seem so different yesterday, what was rearranged?
The grass is somehow more luscious, lush, and green
There are wildflowers and thick leaves in vivid hues to be seen
The air is hot and moist today with rays of brilliant sun
Everyone is joyous and finding new games of outdoor fun
It seems just a fortnight ago, the earth was awash with spring
Tiny seedlings and buds just opening, birds returning to sing
Wisps of gentle breezes, chilly nights with dew-kissed dawns
Now the stillness of fragrant air and the days have grown so long
The sweet whisper of gurgling brooks over heated rocks and stones
Quiet times of peace to relax, finding time to be alone
Not wanting to stir in the humid heat of sunlight
Drinking in the beauty of summer with glorious sights
The rays of sun and reflection
Create splashes of color selected
By the hands of gods and goddesses
That no artist with brushes
Could duplicate on canvas
In oils, pastels, or elements
Raw from the clay and earth and dried, crushed pigments
Art in words, sculpture, images pale in comparison
To the rays of sunlight blending in unison.
BowmanAuthor and Writer/Editor 