Tag: Poem

A Humming Bird in Flight. Let Us Learn!

A Humming Bird in Flight

A tiny creature, barely noticeable,

The size of an insect.

What a rare and precious find, incredible!

If we could but enlarge its beauty, it would reflect

The glory of nature in one swift swoop

As the tiny bird sweeps into our lives with ballet loops.

Ah, the peace, joy, and purity of nature…

It reminds us to look for the little things

That bring so much meaning, depth, and will to nurture

All life upon our planet, all thoughts and feelings in our souls.

We can learn much from this luminous, humming fowl

Who has no troubles, woes, resentment.

Skimming the skies in faithful bliss,

Seeking the nourishment that strengthens the minuscule wings.

Listen closely as you hear the song of endless

Joy, peace, freedom, and contentment.

So let us sing!

–Deborah A. Bowman

What Did the 4th of July Mean to You?

Another 4th of July, another holiday Monday.

But what did it mean?

Was it fun & frolic on a bright summer day

Or subdued memories of history unseen?

The red, white, and blue are so much more

Than just bright decorative colors.

The U.S., the world, has been shaken to the core.

Love, hope, and pride should burn with passion!

History Points the Way to Our Future

A taste of inspiration to encourage ALL writers!

This free-domain picture came to me on Twitter. I want to give a shout-out to @MondayDPoet & @Dailywisdomwrd

Check them out… GREAT POETRY AND INSPIRATION!

Thanks for doing what you do!

Here is the Twitter-length poem I wrote based on the picture. In poetry, “Less is more; each word pregnant with meaning!” :

You search your mind & soul.

You seek yourself as whole,

Balanced, in-tune, in-the-zone.

How often are you pure to the bone?

Not very often? Then write!

Write about what is in sight,

Close enough to touch, smell, hear.

Inspiration surrounds & astounds you!

The IDEA is salvation!

—Deborah A. Bowman

The Woman … What does she seek? (Poetry and Watercolor)

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What does she seek?

Her vision is intense and defined.

Is that stone wall rising before her eyes

Really there or only in her mind?

I can feel the pressure in her breast as she sighs.

The tree behind her has lost its leaves.

Stark weathered branches reaching to the sky.

Is that a symbol for whom she grieves?

Does she even know or wonder why?

The pine brings life into her reach,

But she is looking away from the greenery.

What is above her that she doth seek?

What turns her away from the luscious scenery?

Is it real or is it merely how she feels?

Grief … the consummate, ultimate thief. 

–Deborah A. Bowman

 

 

Understanding

 

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Show you care by Understanding

Understanding is a complex theory.

Figuring it out can make one weary.

Because what I understand

And what you understand

May be exact opposites in design.

There is no reason or rhyme

For up and down

And all around.

Just know that basic truths

Will always be the proof.

Deborah A. Bowman

 

In response to a recent widow on Twitter…

I suffer with you now, two years later.
Grief doesn’t die, it only softens.
We change, alter, and get stronger.
We remember when odd little things happen.
You never know what will touch your heart.
It didn’t have to be perfect. Is it ever?
All you know is you’re never apart
As long as there is love!

Wednesday …

Midweek for those who seek

A time to catch their breath.

Maybe a day to stop and smell the flowers?

A day to reach into your inner depths

To find a way to reach towers

In the skies and heartfelt spiritualism.

We must take a moment to ritualize

Our feelings of destiny and oneness

With all things of the earth and heaven above.

We must grasp onto all that we love…

Blessed greetings to all God’s souls

On a Wednesday, as it unfolds.

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Tuesday…

Some think that Tuesday is an uneventful day,

But the day is what you make it!

Save some interactive times, come what may,

In which to remember and organize your to-do list.

The week is set up; you’re back in the groove;

You can make things happen; you’re on the move!

Business is growing; ideas are flowing;

Your unique confidence and capability is showing.

Let the world see your true self … on Tuesday!

by Deborah A. Bowman

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Monday…

A serene rain drips from the sky

Washing the world clean in silent tears,

A soft beauty under full gray clouds.

Workers will dodge through sodden crowds

As the business week begins again…

Breathe in the crisp air.

Close the umbrella, if you dare.

Feel the chilled droplets of autumn

As rusty leaves slither to the ground.

by Deborah A. Bowman

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