Twitter – jump off – 8.21.12 to date and counting….

1 – His song is carried in the wind like a breath from a past filled with love

2 – I’m lost in a world of memories, music and thought – my words, my writing keep me sane…for the most part

3 – Q. Do you rhyme when you write your poetry? A. No, not something I intentionally avoid, it’s just not part of my natural flow.

4 – Working on a new book…Widow’s Walk…it has been suggested that it will be cathartic! My name is Trilby, I am a widow…

5 – Early Sunday morning the rain is falling wind blowing the empty space next to me woke me up…sounds of silence

6 – TV, internet, Ipod, stereo, help quiet the…lack of…

7 – A new day…not much has changed…tides up, moved the room around…new view – life

8 – Scattered thoughts with one line that is steadfast, a common thread…a sense of loss shadows my days…shake free from it he whispers…

9 – Is there ever a time when loss fades to fond memories? When a smile has laughter on the cusp? Soul singing, soul singing…longing words

10 – The feel of your hand in mine, a tender kiss, shared smile, eyes meet, a peaceful heart – you are here with me…I wake up confused…tears

11 – Two steps forward several steps back to a time when life was full of love you and me never enough time, now the weekends are too long…

12 – Our father who art in heaven, ourfatherwhoartinheavenourfatherwhoartinheaven…questions, pleading…no answer-silence…

13 – Oh to take that walk, look out to sunset, pink, purple harmonious – eyes slow blink, the perfection of a moment – then all crumbs and fall to the floor…

14 – Steps taken the past will follow, the heart lingers in tomorrow – stand still it will pass you by, blow kisses to the sky…

15 – September spirits gather, slight wind carries a song to you while October waits its turn to mourn – Fall, how appropriate..

16 – Bulls eye, right on target, nail on the head…you said it, I felt it…heart explodes into tiny pieces

17 – Empty spaces, between each line there is a void, a shadow dances in the night simply waiting for what will follow…

18 – Join the fight, tell my story, symbolic wrist band – bold words – FIGHT LUNG CANCER…words from an aching heart sound hollow…

19 – A tiny box, open slowly, a piece of paper folded neatly, placed inside. Unfold, words written. TY I love you and will always be with you JY

20 – Peeking from behind the shadows there is nothing but a hollow echo that bounces back and forth, back and forth…endless echo…bounce

21 – Guilt, guilt, every minute counts. Denial is a tool – keep the ticking time bomb tick-tock for another day. Oh to have those days back…

22 – From heart to head and back again…heart aches, head is the medicine that keeps the fever down and memories at bay…dream on love…

23 – Twin flame – to have experienced unconditional love and acceptance makes life cold and dark when the other flame has been blown out…

24 – Flowers in my hair, you would smile and kiss me…such an angel you would say while holding my hand as if time were slipping away…

25 – Memories are like little movies we can play over and over – black and white or in color, add music for special effect.

26 – Pray, plead, promise – beg, cry, scream and swear. Deny or accept. I’m convinced nothing can change the path we were on, NOTHING!

27 – There are a few things that help numb what has already died within…most are illegal…

28 – Laughter fades into the night as shadows turn from shades of gray to liquid silver sparking glimmers of light that seep into my heart.

29 – La dolce vita and a cup of espresso with the Pope, a ferry ride to any island, walk the beach, feel the sand the sun pouring light into love

30 – The heart weeps and opens wide the doors to self imposed Penance; just another Blues song with a touch of Lennon

31 – Cancer he says in a cold but yet humane way. A pro at dropping the bomb like a WWII 18 year old soldier in the cockpit of a B52.

32 – No looking back, visions are like memories being played over and over without a pause button for some sense of relief…

33 – Every second, every moment is etched in my mind – green eyes, promises, music, words, tears, touch, kiss, scent, love, fear, terror, loss
…to be continued…

© 2016 Trilby