It was Valentines Day...I made chocolate covered strawberries you photographed them Nikon Kodachrome color never fades the chemo nurse asked for a signed copy she collects strawberry photos kitchen framed hanging on the wall fav patient she said you graciously complied signature of an artist a future Hallmark card never to throw away take-out delivery …
Author: Trilby Yates
Washes Over Me
I walked with you only to learn what it meant to feel sand and sea washing over me Sand and the sea have a way of cleansing the senses and freeing the soul Twists and turns, knots and noose fall slack and slumber eases its way backward; - nothing short of insomnia I walked with …
Bloodline
We are not a business deal We are not a property to purchase - or to steal We are a tapestry of magnificent color Texture, pattern, ebb and flow Music high, music low We are not a bottom line Deals made, deals signed We are individuals Uniquely defined All related via one bloodline... ©2017 TrilbyYates
Black Leather Box
Short notes abbreviated symbols in place of emotions The latest craze communicate via emoji, IM, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter...etc But you; you send me actual 'letters' strung together Creating words, creating sentences Words strung together short and sweet...cryptic messages Stealing the wit of my personalized pearl analogy And I'm drawn in and I look around as …
Waters Edge
I walk the winters shoreline slow and easy Bits of sand cling to the bottom of my boots An occasional seashell eclipses my solitude - it becomes mine A treasured token memory like a stranger that I take home just For the night safe from a tidal uprising I'll enter the waters calm and plunge …
Crowed Room
Wine filled fluted glasses crystal cut with precise intention captures the essence of light introspective reflection of the heart and soul once a year - I take pause, it is a continuous process; the potential has no ending Candles flicker sparks fly a room filled with joy and laughter prompted by the holiday high but …
Window To The Soul
You would say...the hardest thing to do is a self portrait...keeping ego at bay...capturing the moment, the emotion without pretense, without the "say cheese" factor, candid...the eyes are the windows to the soul, the camera just preserves a moment. Winter winds blow and your voice like a whisper is carried by a memory of a …
Twinkling Lights
Warm cup of coffee hands wrapped tightly around over sized thermos skim latte with a dash of cinnamon comfort zone no way home thoughts interrupt warm and reminiscent shooting shiver from head to toe gazing amusement while black swans glide ceremoniously atop the biting cold waters Saugatuck LIS Atlantic fed riverbed elegantly withdrawn as the …
Blank Slate #2
Deep breath, deep painfully deep - I inhale, count 1,2,3,4,5...5,5,5 chest aches holding more than oxygen in; exhale blowing out nothing more than possibilities for a better day, a bettter sense of wellness, a suitcase full of angst Memories are tiny clips, images wrapped within emotional set backs, images - a glimpse of things never …
Trilby Yates 