The Future …💖

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!

red heart drawed white printer paper on pink surface
Plan Your Future With Your Heart!

 

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

 

 

 

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

Hardships … Daily Wisdom Words Challenge

blue sky bright clouds cloudy
Heavenly Hope

Life is meant to reach us
Divinity tries to teach us
The lessons we must learn
So we don’t crash and burn
When hardships come knocking at our doors
We must learn from them and so much more
The path to heaven is long, but never wrong!

Deborah A. Bowman

 

Winter Wonderland…

Snow nestled in silent hills

Silence in the frozen chill

Awake to the dawn of a wonderland

Beneath a sky painted by nature’s hand

Your whispered breath on the window pane

Mist of tears in your eyes gain

Momentum, then fall in heaves and sighs

You want to share the heightened emotion

But all that you see is your  own devotion

He would have loved the snow

For he had no where to go

Now he dwells at heaven’s door

Asking nothing, feeling the cold no more

Deborah A. Bowman

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@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