The Hunting Owl…

Creature of the night

Caught in flight

Hunting among  redwood trees

No one knows what those eyes see

In the faint moonlight in the breeze

Long, sharp talons extended

Reaching for small prey, life-ending

The balance of the hunted and Hunter

All must live and die in shrieks of thunder

Large flapping wings overhead

Filling small hearts with fear and dread

Nestled under the earth or scattered leaves

The tiny family grieves

As the owl takes to the skies

In the dark of night, eyes that hypnotize

In the glow of the moon, caught in flight

The owl with his nocturnal sight

Painting and Poem by Deborah A. Bowman

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!

 

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

 

@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

 

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