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
Time marches on!
Time transcends into our lives.
We either have too much
Or emptiness seems to thrive
Into all the such and such
That envelopes our essence.
How do we hit “refresh”?
Wouldn’t it be sweet
If we could set back the clocks
To give us days and weeks
Years and decades to rock
Our world into submission?
We are left in derision…
Too much times on our hands
Can be useless and boring.
Not enough time lands
Us in chaos, soaring
Us into obsession
Or hopeless depression.
The system doesn’t seem fair.
How did it become so flawed?
We really have to care
On the seconds we trod
Upon that add up to nothing.
No one, no hope, no feelings, nothing.
A silent death
That steals the rest
Of our shining essence.
You guessed it!
We have wasted away bit by bit.
Lost in time, conceived in rhyme.
By Deborah A. Bowman
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
A picture is worth a thousand words!
A photographer captures essence, substance, and
With an artist’s eye.
We gasp our breath and wonder why
We didn’t see it like this!
There’s so much beauty to miss
If we don’t crop out the boring distractions
With a l
ens which highlights only the attractions!
Frame the picture with surroundings that highlight
The image we want to project.
Center it or leave it askew to delight
The imagination and tease the senses
With unique balance and no defects.
It is perfect…
It calls out to all of us who neglect
The image and fill the page with words instead.
The photographer and poet with inner reflection
View art from a different perspective.
The artist’s eye and the wordsmith’s ear
Coming together to create
What many eyes never see
And many ears do not hear.
It is not from neglect.
It is a difference of expression.
It is perfection!
by Deborah A. Bowman
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!
A lonely night.
A blustery wind
Blowing away what isn’t right.
Where has all the joy been?
It’s always been here.
We just need to open our souls
And take on the fated roles
We were blessed with
On the day of our birth.
Let it all begin…
As was destined in the past
To relieve our rashness,
Anger, hurt, and pain.
We have chosen to refrain
From hurting and judging others.
Come in peace.
Dwell in love.
Give of thyself,
And you will know an abundance
Much greater than wealth.
Love as you would be loved.
It’s all in our destiny.
We chose wisely!
— Deborah A. Bowman Stevens
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Thursday is the little niggle
Of excitement, looking forward to the weekend.
“It is almost upon us,” you giggle…
Time for planning, invitations to send,
To do more than is possible, of course.
But it is light-hearted consideration,
Harming none and enjoying the sensation
Of looking forward with exhilaration
To Friday eve, Saturday, Sunday.
This is where the mind is at on Thursday… Enjoy!
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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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