Dare to Capture the Elusive Soul? By Deborah A. Bowman

Standing stones of antiquity … prehistoric vintage

What hands fashioned this fantasy on earth?

What type of man with ancient lineage

Knew how to create the energy and give birth

To a masterpiece of rock and nature

To fill the minds of evolved men for all eternity?

He who ventured forth to find and nurture

The natural essence of relearning to see

The life of gods and goddesses

Who once lived upon this planet

Before time and reason vanquished hostesses

Of the otherworldly amongst the gamut…

Surrealism, wizardry, soothsayer

Magick, druidism, and worship…

Faith of water, sky, soil, and fire

By divine deities who flourished

Secreted in our world

No longer remembered or nourished

By nature’s abundance and song

Where have the elusive souls gone?

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Divined by ethereal giants, built by unknown creators

Write Every Day!

I’m trying to keep a promise

I think it will be harmless

To write something every day

To help someone on their way

To express what they feel

Penning words to describe what’s real

Hiding in the depths of our hearts

Words bring people together

Don’t let them tear us apart

Let words and feelings make us all better

Than we were at the start of each new day

Spreading gifts of creativity to everyone along our way

By Deborah A. Bowman

books and journals

 

 

 

What Have You Written Today?

 

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My Writing Space

What have you written today? An entry in a journal? A creative poem, a short story, a few pages of a novel or nonfiction book? A news media article, a self-help idea to aid someone else, a blog on your life or your profession?

Everyday there is something to share to show you care and hone your craft of communication. You never know whose life you will touch and inspire to create new ideas and concepts that our world needs more than ever to heal, grow, and evolve.

Words are meaningful, enriching, and important … use them graciously and respectfully…

Deborah A. Bowman

Past and Future Lives? by Deborah A. Bowman

I believe that I have lived before.

It isn’t a religious belief or story from folklore.

It is a feeling down deep in my being

That fills me with inner knowing and seeing.

As a a young child I stared at the sky…

I wondered; I probed; I wondered why?

I knew that I was solitary and unique.

No one could change my belief or critique

The elated perception that I had returned

From elsewhere and somewhere as I re-learned

What it meant to be whole and human again.

I didn’t know how or where I had been.

I just knew of all the souls in the world

I had been chosen to be this little girl,

Lying on a grassy hilltop, watching the clouds and sun,

And a living, breathing, new life had begun.

Now I’m perplexed in my elder years

What it has all been for … so many tears.

What was I to accomplish this time?

What was I supposed to find?

I guess I missed it …

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Floating in the Air

 

To Write…

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A Writer’s Inspirational Setting

To Write … to rhyme ..

To share a moment in time

To give of your feelings

And thus revealing

The truths of your soul

That make you whole

To pledge your story as it unfolds

The manifestation of the roles

The thoughts you have pondered

As you have wandered

Through paradise, utopia

Fearing dystopia

Do not dread

What doomsayers have said

To creep  into your bliss

Ending with a kiss

Of farewell

Come, stay awhile

In the warmth of my smile

Link your self and soul with mine

To intertwine

And ease the heart and mind

Of both of us in trust.

By Deborah A. Bowman, Peering out the window at rays of sun and silence…

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The Aura of Books

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My Classics Bookshelves

 

The Energy and Auras of Books

©by Deborah A. Bowman

My overflowing shelves of books

I love each one so dearly

Watching the energy released if I but look

At the shadows and auras sincerely

Etched upon my mind, capturing my heart

Ne’er allowing the mists of mystery and secrecy

To fade into nothingness, nor depart

Into the depths of dark obscurity

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My soul cries out in blissful urgency

To touch, to smell, to experience these works of art

Reaching within me, beyond me, around me

To create an atmosphere due in part

To what I can see, feel, and cherish

Tomes of rich bound leather will not perish

As my own essence, aura, and energy

Is altered by each story bestowing wisdom and legacy

On the collective super-consciousness of the Universe

Building a spiritual sanctuary to transverse

And live forever as infinity…

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Celestial Universe

 

The Owl … Caught In Flight

Owl Painting
Owl in Flight on a Moonlit NIght

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)

© 2017