See Through My Eyes

I was asked recently where I got my ability to desribe things so vividly. I was touched by this person asking because I always want my writing to be so clean and clear that people Do see with their mind exactly what I see. I don't want them to be just words that fill a page. When a writer puts his thoughts and feelings down on paper, sometimes, that is all they are. Just words but the image is lost for one reason or another. It is so very important that the reader feel and see, in their minds, the most vivid picture of what is being read.

I thought about the question that was presented to me. I was on our front porch, smoking a cig of course when I began to really search my memory of when I started to see the world so vividly. I had to go back a long way to really find at least part of where the "gift" of vivid writing came from. My surrounding, from the front porch, was perfect for the subject I was thinking of. The rain was coming down and blowing across the yard. Winter is here and with it comes a chill in the air. I weas wearing only a hoodie for cover and the damp cold blew up under the back making me shiver a little. Fog was moving into our little town and I watched as the houses began to slowly disappear in to the fog. Looking like white sheet being fluffed over a mattress, the fog swallowed everything it touched.

I thought about the scene that was unfolding before me. I thought about being 7 years old and my brother Dan, eight years old. Dan was blind off and on throughout our childhood. Times he could see more than others but mostly, he didn't see well. We played a lot together and my shoulder became a place for his hand to hold to as we raced around the house. Sometimes, we went too fast around a corner and well, he would crash in to the side of the house. Shaking it off, he grabbed my shoulder and off we went again. When there was something interesting to see, like the jet stream left in the sky by a passing plane, I would tell him in detail what it looked like. description became comparing. Things that Dan had seen when he could see were used to tell him how something appeared. Green was green and red was red but I found it wasn't enough to simply say the color. I wanted him to feel it inside. I wanted him to know that the red rose was not just red. It was the red of "crunch berry" from Captain Crunch. Green was no longer just green. It became the green that was color of a lime. The need to describe grow inside of me. Dan was satisfied with color being color but for the years he held my shoulder and I guided him over hills and up in to trees, what I saw had to be brilliant and more than just a color.

I stood on the porch, the rain wetting the side of my face a bit, and looked out at the street. The fog had swallowed up most of the houses but I noticed that the lights on the street still shined through. There yellow aura surrounding the street light made it appear to look like an angel, halo glowing, standing in the midst of the fog. The round circle, each ray seeming to have it's own space, reached out like a sun beam. The porch lights that were lit broke through the dense fog, illuminating only the porch. Like sentry guards, standing watch over the people inside, the light branched out in a triangular shape, pushing through the fog.

The street lights again caught my eye. I followed their glow to the street. I could see the rain hitting the street, bouncing off the surface, the light catching their reflection. They looked like check marks being made on a huge piece of paper. I wondered if this was how I would have described what I was seeing to Dan. The world around us had so many beautiful things to describe. Again, Dan was content with a more simple description and I... I wanted the world to come alive in living color for me. And it did. Every-time I saw something, a rock, a tree, an animal, it was so much more. The tiny claws on a horned toad and the almost invisible lines on a palm branch all were alive for me.

The fog remained thick and when I stepped off the porch, I felt it. Tiny beads of water peppered my face. The fog was damp and cool and it was like walking through a smoke filled bar, minus the nicotine. The world wasn't created in black and white. It was made from colors that are alive and they make our world so beautiful. I want to share that magnificent brilliance with the world and I want the world to feel every word I write. See the yellow glow of the street lights and the blue raindrops that sparkle like a glass chandelier. In what can be an ugly place to be, the world is only as black and white as you allow it to be.

Years later, at the loving gift of caring for my wife who was ill for a very long time, I also learned to describe love in a way that most have never felt nor held. She taught me so much about what it truly means to feel love. She showed me how to transfer that pureness on to my screen. When next you look at the ocean or the forest, imagine they are not water nor trees. Imagine they are just color and see how bright and alive those colors become. Seeing is just seeing what your eyes show you. Description comes from deep within and opens windows in to heaven and beyond.

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jami l. pereira 4 years ago

A vividly , beautifully painted picture you brilliantly paint in your mind and put to words , you are amazingly talented , I loved this heartfelt ,heartwarming piece , I voted up all the way across except funny ! Thank you for the read my friend!:)


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Fiddleman 4 years ago from Zirconia, North Carolina

Excellent! You have a gift.


Sunnie Day 4 years ago

Dear Darrel,

I saw this earlier but could not read as I was heading out..I couldnt wait to come back and read this..You truly have such a gift with words. Amazingly talented in every way. This was such a beautiful picture made out of words..when they say a picture paints a thousand words..I think for you a thousand words paints a beautiful picture...

Merry Christmas,

Sunnie


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tammyswallow 4 years ago from North Carolina

This is one of the most fabulous hubs I have read on hub pages.. creative, touching, moving, full of love and inspiration. Wow..


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Dday50627 4 years ago from Iowa Author

Jami... you inspire the heart of this writer to take what I see and share it with you. Everything the world is has been created from colors that meld together to make the beauty that is ours to see. Just like the lights of the city can dull the shine of the stars, so to can life dull our senses so we no longer stop and see the brilliant hues that surround us. Thank you for your kind words and thank you for your friendship. Always, Darrel


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Dday50627 4 years ago from Iowa Author

Thank you Fiddleman for reading this and the follow. I hope you always enjoy what you see here.

Ahhh, Sunnie, how you do make me smile. Thank you for always being kind and for following me as you do. Your words always cause me to smile and give reason to continue doing what I am doing. What you have said about my words here made me flush and smile and I thank you for that, too. I thank you so much. Merry Christmas to you...

Tammy, thank you for taking the time to read this and for your wonderfully kind words to me. They truly did touch my heart. I hope that one day, those that read my words here will seek out more of the same through my novels that I have published. Thank you very much for your words. Always, Darrel


Ghaelach 4 years ago

Morning D-Day.

Before i read your hub, i first read the comments. I know that sounds a bit stupid but i wanted to get the feeling of your readers and for them to put me in the right mood to read this hub.

It worked, at least it did for me. I was like a fish caught on the hook but i wasn't trying to get free because i was truely hooked.

You have a natural talent for describing things seen thro' your eyes. Your hub had me gripped right through to the end.

The first paragraph was like a hub on it's own. So decriptive in it's own right. Decribing why you wanted to write this hub.

Your brother was/is very lucky to have a brother with such a vision as yours.

UP/A/B/I

Take care D-Day and have a good weekend.

LOL Ghaelach


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marcoujor 4 years ago from Jeffersonville PA

Hi Darrel,

I am ridiculously behind in reading, commenting and writing with my classes and the holidays, but I really wanted to stop by... as it has been way too long.

This piece reminded me of why I love your writing. You have a style like no other and this truly explains why you have such a gift for expression and description.

Lovely in every way- voted UP & UABI.

May your holidays be warm, peaceful and magical, mar.


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Dday50627 4 years ago from Iowa Author

Ghaelach... please forgive for being so remiss as to not thank you for your comment. Your words encourage me and I thank you for taking time to sit and read what I have written. I greatly apprecate that and am glad that you enjoyed this write. I hope that you have a wonderful New Year. Thank you again... Darrel


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Dday50627 4 years ago from Iowa Author

Mar, life simply gets busy and sometimes, it gets in the way of what we truly want to be doing. In your busy life, I appreciate that you took time to read this and comment. That means so much to me. Thank you for your kind words and I hope the New Year will be everything you could wish for. Always, Darrel

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