Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, March 14, 2024

Touch

The ducks are a quacking 

and the willow quickly grew 

nostalgic thoughts on the mind

as they had me race to you.


Laughter and tears from day to day, 

shared moments in a special way.

Smiling as I hold on tight 

to the joy and love of my life.


Adventures only we can share

right down to just underwear. 

Emotions that I almost forgot

and the temp is getting hot. 


I saw you clearly in my dream

we shared the day wonderfully,

might have been your promise of eternity 

as I felt you reach out and touch me. 







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Grasp

 Time brings an awareness 

to see life differently, 

it all makes a whole lot of sense 

separating reality from dreams.


Some people use the moment

and others play the fool, 

when casting the players 

there is no certain rules. 


It might be just a page

in a chapter of life's book,

but it leaves within an imprint

like a copy of a scrapbook.


Is it baggage we take with us

or a story to leave behind?

Maybe it's just lessons 

that through the soul entwines.


The chill causes a quiver

one that we can't shake,

reminders of a lifetime

and a mountain of  mistakes.


From early on we find 

the flaws of humanity,

and the simple hunger

that brings us to our knees.


The universe reveals

how minute we are, 

not much different than 

the wild animals at heart. 


Gathering like Chipmunks

hanging on to the past,

the further we move ahead

the stronger it's grasp.

Wednesday, March 13, 2024

 Waking up early each morn

to a chill like never before, 

one thought or a song or two 

as my mind turns to you. 


Wondering what you are doing

and where you are right now, 

as I go about daydreaming 

I try to hide this silly smile.


The days are limited 

each one surely a gift, 

with each passing moment

your love gives me a lift. 


~

No blue birds at the window,

happiness is a distance away.

I tried to block the thoughts

as if my soul was simply lost. 

no blue birds at the window. 


No tears from these eyes, 

as that part of me as died. 

I'm not counting days 

I'm going on my way, 

no tears from these eyes.





Sunday, March 10, 2024

Fairytale

 Flipping through the book of life,

blocking out the pages that make me cry. 

Taking tomorrow by surprise 

to quickly ease this troubled mind. 


I didn't expect what I'd find 

who wrote this script of mine?

I am sure it wasn't left to choice

like a song bird without a voice. 


If I truly held the pen 

I'd be there with you my friend, 

all the days have passed on by 

and I built a brick wall out of time. 


~


Holding on to the good times 

brushing away the darkness of life, 

wondering if that sun will shine again

or if this story has come to and end?


Sighing in disbelief 

was it was a want or a need?

It felt so surreal but I am sure

it was based on a fairytale. 






Friday, March 08, 2024

Impossible

 Impossible dreams as 

only in the night are you mine, 

I wake up each morning and

I face the solitude of time. 


I wanted to believe it so

that your arms were for only me,

but I realized a little bit late 

that I was never on your mind. 


The sequence of the story 

jumped through a chapter or two,

still blurred by the heartache 

a decade of love has passed through.


Maybe a lesson for fools

who believe that we can have it all,

but the truth lay down before us 

with a reminder of the limits that

once had me in awl.


I settled for the impossible 

even if it's only in my dreams,

there is where I'll find you 

based on my memories. 


~


The treasure is when I first met you 

it gave me the power to believe in the heavens blue, 

from the moment I experienced all that could be, 

I fell asleep in a life long dream. 



Thursday, March 07, 2024

The Importance

 Time rules each moment

there is nothing we can do,

and when the heavens call 

we'll be passing through. 


Take hold of each memory 

and hold it so ever near, 

as the celebration is in life

and all that we share. 


I thought about each person

that simply crossed my path 

and only one held on and that's

the beauty in how long its last.


Facing reality 

whether want or need, 

you continued to hold my hand

bringing joy to me. 




Wednesday, March 06, 2024

Devil makes a play

 Sun shining down on the hills

and the wind above is blowing 

but the trees are standing still,

as I watch a hawk fly over the 

field. 


The season is approaching rather fast

 fluctuating like fractured glass, 

sliver of glass to the skin is a reminder 

of the pain the past let's in. 


~

You don't always understand

 when the devils hand is played.

trickery at its best when the

darkness is engaged. 


Believing or wanting 

the fool takes the stand, 

when you see what you see

is a part of some evil plan. 


Traveling down this road

I've traveled before 

but this is a little different

as I know what's in store.









~




 

 



Happiness

 I saw that chance at happiness

your hand firmly in mine, 

like a raft thrown out at sea

those moments rescued me. 


We took the reigns of time,

each day a blessing of sort.

From that first day I met you

I felt your love support. 


It is the tea cup in the morning, 

the caring throughout the day,

simple words of love 

and the happiness they bring.