Tag: journey

My Journey

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Passing through Colorado July 2015.

~His Journey~

ART, PHOTOGRAPHY

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HIS JOURNEY

LOVE POEMS, PHOTOGRAPHY

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He travels many miles.

He stops only to find the birds have eaten the crumbs he dropped along the way.

The countless meals he ate in silence.

He knows now that there is no map to return.

He finds a new road.

He finds himself as one with isolation.

Peace reassures him that,

He is on the right path.

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[by Dawna Bowles (C)2014]

DESTINY

God, INTERESTS

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Published on WordPress

By Donna Brown Bowles

DESTINY

Awakened in a dream.

A reminiscence of lapsed time.

A mirrored reflection.

When summer lasted for years.

Wild flowers in fields of gold.

Reflecting all the stories told.

Vivid rainbows after a storm.

A promise to all who had known..

When the sun out shined the winters cold.

When I had the wings to fly.

Clouds began to cry.

Alone, their tears fell.

Then they took away my sky.

Pain cut deep within my soul.

In preparation for my journey that lied ahead.

It is my road alone.

I must trudge in isolation.

A road less travelled.

A destiny till my end.

God, will You hold my hand?

~Donna Brown Bowles (C)

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[by Donna Bowles (C)2014]

Where are you…

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He who cannot forgive, burns the bridge over which he himself must pass someday.
(Chinese proverb)

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[by Dawna Bowles (C) 2014]

Homeless

INTERESTS, Poetry

I don’t want to be here anymore it hurts too much to stay. Years ago I lost my sight on a reapers vengeful night.

The cursing vengeance snached out my heart,  leaving me for dead. comatose, seven years gone by, only life to dread.

I want to go back home.
But it’s so far away, for tyranny has painted it  lies, black, and gray.

Loosing everything I knew. I’m homeless so it seems, four wheels of steel tied tightly to my chest.

I’ll travel where the homeless dwell; a place excepting of my hell. No room for lies in their prison,  just exposure for  the prey.

Unwilling to be in this place, another sleepless face of naught.  I’m going homeless where I belong, no judgment on their tongues.

Tomorrow my journey home.
A beginning of my debts. I don’t want to be here any more, it hurts too much!
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[(C) 2014 by Dawna Bowles]