Standing with arms out-stretched leaning into the wind my footing slips, eyes closed - images cascade just like a waterfall in slow motion, color burst; shades of blue one, two, three, four tumbling, tumbling; how can I ignore all that has passed from dirt to dust tossed into the air nothing more, nothing more than …
Sisterhood
You might call me denigrating names Names, like sticks and stones Could break my bones Yet never truly touch me Names you would not call Your mother, sister, wife or daughter Or maybe, just maybe you would You could try to hold me back ...or attempt to hold me down And if by some cosmic …
Pressed Against My Soul
Deep sleep dreams slip from an image to a place Lost in time travel, yet it all makes sense Moment to moment, breath to breathless, deepest solitude Once I climbed a mountain high, stood at the summit Reached up, stretched finger tips and grabbed the sun The only burn I felt was my ego as …
Sunrise Rush
There is something about the early morning light the way is bounces and throws patterns lacy images shadowy dancing lovers reminders of times and moments held so dear my chest aches held without reason or clarity purity of the senses and every song that ever mattered in my adolescence playing on an auto rewind flip …
Into The Blue
Sun down, moon rise; sleep comes with a price And as I drift off reluctantly; I am captivated Imagery shifts black and white to color Shadows and night-life illuminate as candles glow Sweet music shifts and shuffles with ease I move from my comfort zone cautiously; ...Even dreams can not escape morals or shame We …
Wooden Floor
Sunday morning powers out rain hits the windowpane in that way; that way that reaches deep, gut level memory lane emotional kick A familiar angst; familiar imagery blindsided mind over matter punch, a trigger, time-wind slap back crank You’re nothing more than a shadow cast across the table; a marionette of fate and foe, as …
Love Knots
Is it ever just the way the light falls on the curves of your face like the waters of the Niagara - breath taking...takes my breath or is it the angles of your cheeks highlighting an ancient place sacred knowledge inherent lines a road map introspective of your fathers eyes and a mouth that speak …
Drum Beat on the Table
Walking the shoreline winter winds toss sea foam into the air - (Yes I digress) a familiar tag line used so often, the past collides with the present - life and all of its ups and downs and glory. Glory, its intentions; seriously not lost on me. ...and as if on autopilot (yet another cliché) …
Heart and Heart
Eyes close take a deep breath deep breath through the nose slow inhale never letting go never letting go filling the lungs filling the emptiness in hallowed walls muted color soaked sanitized lack of smell lack of individuality lack of who I am color soaked sanitized Form A form B circle one cross out one …
Trilby Yates 