Tag: Poetry

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

My Writer’s Life Story

My story is everyone’s poem.

My characters grow, evolve, roam

Just as we all do.

Emotions rising that finally flew

From the nest and took to the sky!

My story, my poem, my life is why…

I thrive and survive!

–Deborah A. Bowman

white clouds and blue sky
Emotion in the Sky!

 

 

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

 

 

Time is of the essence!

Time marches on!

brass pocket watches
Tick Tock

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.

woman looking at sea while sitting on beach
Lost in time, conceived in rhyme.

By Deborah A. Bowman

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Understanding

 

woman comforting friend
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

 

An Artist’s Eye and the Poet’s Voice

woman holding an instant camera
A picture is worth a thousand words!

A photographer captures essence, substance, and texture
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 lens 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
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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!