I haven't written haven't had words in the light of day come together harsh light spot light maybe because its a lie or half truth and the cosmos knows or some greater entity has a hook line and sinker on me my insincerity it's like a spot light a spot light harsh and unforgiving and …
Author: Trilby Yates
Thread
Hanging on by a single thread silk woven bare bones And you ask why I don't cry or why I sleep walk instead Of resting dream like in my bed and all I can think about is how my hands ache Every time I walk past a grave site with granite stone shining bright There …
One of My Stories
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 …
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 …
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