Twirling feather-like wisps, pearly white cloud vapor puff long lingering drag deep breath in, the epitome of expectation ...life, love, loss, your wedding ring worn for comfort, the past, present, future; dreams, dreams and memories - up in smoke Self portrait Gerard T. Yates (11.26.54 - 10.27.07) © TrilbyYates 2016
Author: Trilby Yates
Your Peaceful Revery
Awakened as if violently being shaken from a deep sleep, earthquake rattle, an enormous glaring spot light being flipped on leaving nothing to the imagination, nothing allowed to hide in the shadows; any unanswered questions no longer relevant, all bets were off...issues of importance, a blank page - gone, vanished You held my face in …
Muse
Rain is falling wind blows I find myself resting in the familiar back in those days and nights when we were one another's life line hanging on for dear life death every breath Mid night mid day sun doesn't rise you would whisper random thoughts that played like songs from a cherished album I would …
She
A rush, adrenaline high - his hands shake walking away back stab left over son of a bitch silence engulfs the space on the floor, simplistic empty hole in the wall; questions follow and wounds never heal they go underground waiting for another day to step out and sabotage what tiny thread of hope that …
Blessing In Disguise
Each day is a blessing in disguise As quoted by someone from another era Another place in time when survival Wasn't just about sickness and health Or Peace and war – we still had hope Do we have the strength to hold this blessing close to heart When life takes slow steps toward an early exit …
Naturally
Nature does not come to me naturally It does not draw me in and enchant me Mesmerizing dancing fantasies It does not set my inner child free Holding the fear close - irrational push pull The child holds it close occasionally letting it go Nature does not entice my lioness spirit to roar Or prompt …
Unnoticed
I am a song long and hollow I sway when I close my eyes standing on a cliff - foot slip into an abyss of whimsical rhetoric I am the last tick on a 10 step check list recovery and redemption my heart held in sanctuary with a plausible view into the future I wait …
My Ocean Song
Looking out beyond the shifting tide my eyes wander to the most distant imaginary corner Imaginary corner because there is none, really - Out there beyond water and wind; as if a shadow of substance might fall into form, rather than something cast from a cloud above A fine line arches with no beginning and …
Mourning Dove
Quiet nights slow slumber restless heart beats without intent You place your head on my chest as I brush the hair from your eyes I can feel your wondering thoughts with questions deep Penetrating my soul with anticipation and sorrow for all that you are yet to experience And what this life has handed us …
Trilby Yates 