The Girl in the Picture Poems.

The Girl in The Picture. From the book ” The Forgotten Dream” by Patrick Lee Hebert

The poems from this series are written in a very symbolic form. The girl mentioned in the works is symbolic of peace. The forest with all its beauty is the possibility of contentment. The girl is ever elusive, except for glimpses and a bit more the narrator mentions. They were written over a long period of time and many were the subjects of songs from my solo piano albums; “The Girl in the Picture” being the most prominent. I have an old picture of a girl and her horse in my studio which is very much how I picture her. She is unsure of herself and sad. She is petite and blonde with golden eyes. She wears an expression of sorrow that seems, somehow, as if she is about to conquer something important, if only to her. I also think my wife, Caroline is in there as well; seeing how I describe her several times. She is in real life a true beauty with the grace and beauty similar to the way the poems describe. These scenes in word gave me a feeling or reminder that someday my problems would pass and I would be pleased with my life and life’s work. I was in my mid-twenties when I started the series and was thirty when the bulk was finished. I wrote three of the poems in the past 6 years. “The Girl in the Picture” is also the name of a novel that I have been writing for several years as well as a song from my album ” Murmurs. Listen to the song here: The Girl in the Picture


Here below are two poems from the series. Subscribe and receive periodic freebies!


Bold and beautiful
Her eyes dance upon mine
Her lips inviting
She smells of me

Guided by the loneliness
Only she can create
I wish to touch her hair
Smell her lovely hair

Lonely whispers
Distant murmurs
She calls for me
Wanting to hold me

The forest is speaking
Things undeserved
Things she sees
She is turning away



She waits for me
In the meadow across the way
Shy and contained
Her love reaches

There is a brook
Quick and spirited where
She laments my passing
She thinks I do not see her

Every day I pass
Hoping for a glimpse of her
Not knowing she hides in the trees
Hoping for the same

I continue alone
Forsaken it seems
I think I can feel her
Want to know her

It has been centuries
But time has no place here
One of these days
We will both see


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