Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, June 15, 2014


To sever the memories
is like a guillotine to the heart,
cutting out the good times and
placing water on the spark.

I entertain the thoughts that
hold you ever close to me,
as I quickly recognized love,
when love recognized me.

It is quiet this morning
as the song birds don't sing,
the tree frogs are on vacation
and the rooster must be sleeping .

There in the silence,
your voice I hear,
reminding me of
all we share.

With you I am stronger,
happy and content as can be,
taking on all the mountains
and conquering all my dreams.


1 comment:

Margie said...

I love your Love poem!

Wishing you a bright and beautiful day, Rachel