Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, August 04, 2015

One to one

It is not the fire within the soul
or the flames of burning desire,
the love that holds me in the night
grows stronger with each hour.

Removes the tears of sorrow,
brings joy to each and everyday
and when I close my eyes to sleep
its sends the nightmares away.

My head upon your shoulder,
hearts which beats one to one
and from the greatest distance
we share the power of love.

Sunday, August 02, 2015

Anniversary of Prose

It is my fourteenth anniversary of writing prose. It started years before I began a blog. No computer, no access and invisible bars that no one could see but never the less were still there. Freedom started slow from the four mile walk taking the children to preschool to my father sending me the coolest bicycle. Challenges that seemed small to many were huge triumphs on a personal level. Still with all that I achieved, the bars that restricted my heart and soul remained. Feeling cut off from the world I was able to bicycle to the public library which was 9 miles one way, to send and email. Desperately reaching out to be heard and acknowledged.
The first one hundred poems that were handwritten in a notebook as I lay at night working through and array of emotion still sit boxed away in the corner of my bedroom. Some of them I still relate to and others feel more like a stranger than a diary of my own soul.
The journey was filled with hope and happiness and a not so balanced scoop of fear,heartache and loneliness. It was only through writing that I some how escaped the negativity that surrounded me. The words were not so much about the people I met along the journey but about the emotions trapped within me that needed expressed.
My first friend that stood at the gateway of experience,  was a young man whose needs were greater than mine own. In helping him get beyond his own personal demons ,  I found that I too conquered insecurities and built new steps leading to confidence.
Interpretation, that always amazed me. When people would read the poetry and feel the touching of their own hearts as they related to my journey or even more so saw themselves within it. There were times that I struggled more than others and a few stanza's from the many poems remind me of a time when the gateway to survival was opened and yet threatened to be boarded up. 

"I shall never let time deafen the sound of your voice
 on the darkest days, laughter will replace tears"
" like the fir tree whose branches were growing I too was growing
and reaching with life at my fingertips"
I thought of much of the journey like the children's story Oz, where different people I met along the way brought something along with them, like a lesson in life. I sometimes felt that maybe I had failed at some of what I needed to learn. That fear still dominated my decisions while circumstance was the bricks that formed the yellow brick road. As if at the end of  the journey I would have all the answers I would ever need. That is far from the truth as it quite difficult to see tomorrow through yesterdays window.  Which reminds me of a friend in passing who sent me a crystal ball.  That revealed we are not always meant to know what tomorrow will bring.
When reading prose you might get a glimpse of a day of triumph or a day of sorrow but you will always see my heart as it views the world and all that is in it. Which reminds me of an elderly women who collected my poetry she said.
" Your poetry is the last thing I read before I go to bed and the first thing I read when I wake up." That is pretty impressive. Even if the words touch but one soul.
I still question chapters as I review them , almost like rereading a book. Did I accomplish all I could have? Did I make all the right choices ? Did I have to experience all the pain of heartache to appreciate the joy of love?
When someone is getting an award they say " I want to thank all the people that  made it possible" But it was a friend that said " you can thank all the people in the world you want, but it was you  who made it all possible. With your hard work and dedication and belief in yourself and of course the strength to overcome all the struggles."


I glanced up at the stars,
mapped by the heart
once more the path
led me to you.

I closed my eyes
and wiped the tears
as the feelings of love
were all we had to share.

I glanced up at the stars,
mapped by the heart,
once more the path
led me to you.

Unmistakable embrace,
holds not only the heart
but cradles my soul.


Time places limits on the body
but not upon the soul, for love
is the eternal emotion.

My last thought at  night,
my first thought in the morning.


Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Our Story

Gaze unto the heavens
and you will surely see,
the magic of  our life,
led you to me.

Written by the heart,
scripted by the soul,
the words of love
quickly unfold.

Placed in the heavens,
for all who dare to see,
a vision of happiness
right out of a dream.

Stars in the night
retell our story,
your heart to mine
as close as two can be.



Monday, July 27, 2015

Bound By the Magic We Call Love

This night belongs to you and I,
though starless the moon rules the sky.
I find myself lost in your embrace
entwined souls dancing face to face.
Distance tries to divide us,
to separate what heaven sent.
The hearts of two merge as one,
bound by the magic we call love.


Beyond the mountains
as far as you can see,
the clouds in passing
are right out of my dream.

The river below us,
the skies above and
all I can think of
is our sweet love.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Special Place

Directly behind the Tiger lilies the stream flows by and there is this huge rock that I would sit on and listen as  the water rushed on through. It was a kind of magical place, where my thoughts were free .Yet it also held and array of memories both good and bad. Sometimes you can't help but wonder what gets us through the moment or why we even have the experience in the first place. Sometimes it was the attic, the waterfalls or back by the stream that I could runaway and be as close to you as the bumble bee to the flower.
My mine went racing
it was with you  all day,
from the moment I woke up
till the moon found its place.
You can't even imagine
how far away I ran,
as if the surrounding hills
were truly in command.
I ran into your arms,
where I was safe as I could be,
where you held me close
both night and day.
 As much I love the flowers, they only bloom for a week or two and are gone as another flower begins to bloom. It away it seems as if time goes quickly as I wait for the next bud to open.
I had carved hearts in the trees in remembrance of love. Unfortunately the trees were taken down when the utilities were run through the property. I found that really sad and difficult to get over. It was a moment in time that grew as the trees grew. Than I found a new place to document my love.

I scripted your name
here deep in my heart,
seared like the heat of the sun
as it shines down on earth.

Written in the heavens above
for the angels to sing of love.
Wonderful as can be , just
look to the sky and you'll see
you and me.

Nothing or no one can remove
the expressed love of two,
for you are with me wherever I go
and that is a promise I want you
to know.