Austin

Dry winds blow from somewhere
south of the city limits
and I’m flying high above the clouds
headed west to witness
the joining of his life to hers
and my emotions are a tightrope of joy and anticipation
I shift in my seat 1st class buzz
a glass of champagne compliments of Delta
it’s a push and I don’t mind drifting off
to days when he was too small to think
about anything but color and Legos
sentimental daydreams peaceful reverie
a calming zone washes over me

Standing together his hand in hers eyes wide
golden bands words from the heart fingers entwined
kiss for a future filled with promise and pride
cherishing the moment cherishing each and every moment
a boutonnière for the groom a bouquet for the bride

A warm Austin wind blows flower petals dance in the air…

©2017 TrilbyYates

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 is nothing left to say
I’m hanging on by a single thread silk woven bare bones

There is a line
Sometimes it’s in the sand
Sometimes it’s moral and won’t be crossed
Sometimes it’s blood, family, generations
A line by any other name is still a line
Tomorrow we say goodbye
Tomorrow we confirm within ritual our final goodbyes
A bloodline family a generation
Tomorrow we say goodbye and we never ever forget
It is family
It is a bloodline
It is a generation
A single thread

©2017 TrilbyYates

White Roses

White roses,

scent drifts
solemn breeze
carries me…Delicate petals
gingerly
placed
mournful –

Reflect
black granite
mementos
perfection
in each bud…

Thoughtful
colors
of the season
fall
upon me –

Mums
pumpkin orange
shades of gold
sunlight yellow
…acknowledge
no one leaves
this place
unmoved
by the stillness
and grace –

Engraved
stone tells a story
I continue to weep
moments
hold memories
tenderly
bitter sweet –

Finger tips
reluctantly
trace
the end of life ~

© 2016 TrilbyYates

Ode To Dorothy

Ode to the woman
that carried my name
that carried the ties that bind
and if truth be told – love behold
the gentler times
are all that matter today
a day that time dissipates
into tears of joy
and memories reflect
tints of glorious color
while the sharpness
blurs into muted shades of gray

Ode to the woman
that held my heart with gentle hands
– but never long enough

Ode to the wounded dove
that flies above
with curls and pearls
a fragile child’s dream

Ode to letting go,
to the natural flow
wisdom passed
from generation
to generation
babies growing stronger
and brighter

Ode to the woman, my mother
…to Dorothy

© 2016 Trilby Yates

My Brother

Your father is not mine
My mother is yours
We grew up in the same house
Your eyes are blue
Mine brown
We shared the same dreams
and nightmares
You carried yours
As a concealed weapon
hidden
Mine on my sleeve
A rebel flag
fully exposed
You ran with the wind at your back
chasing the demons away
I sailed with the wind in my face
as if being chased by the demons
You moved west
out of your comfort zone
I moved back east
where I felt at home
We both left the past behind
Never looking back
but never letting go
…I think of you often my brother
© 2015 TrilbyYates

Brightest Of Eyes

The arms of love
Wrapped around me
Small boy
Baby child
Little angel with
The brightest of eyes
Cherishing and grateful
For all of what this life
Has unfolded before me
..and it took a while
But I have come to know
Life is what we make of it
As time slowly passes
– and harsh memories fade
The space I wake in
Is full of optimism
…and surprise
Even as our world
Spins reluctantly out of control
– setting its self ablaze
Off in a quieter calming place
There is a true Wisdom
…and words from the oh so very Wise
As I drift off peacefully
Into my heavenly place
Of an imaginary feather bed
– and Cheshire wide smiles
I will continue to count
…all of my blessings
And walk the unknown miles
With the arms of love
Wrapped around me
Small boy
Baby child
Little angel with
The brightest of eyes ~

© 2014 TrilbyYates

The Wind Will Always Blow

Seems like only yesterday
the sky was a turquoise shade of blue
babies breath and fall surrounded us.
We raised our children together
coffee clutch at the local diner;
Mom’s on a break…
the gift of gab and so much more
the wind was blowing strong

As love was falling from our grasp
husbands and lovers from the past
secrets we shared with a sympathetic ear
A vow of forever not to be broken
a drop of crimson blood
finger prick unconditional love
we became sisters

Life shifts, an old friend to me
a welcomed stranger to you
Yet our path was the same
always searching for love
acceptance, value and a warm hand –
– to hold in the darkest night –

The wind always blows…

I remember the first time I saw you
energy high made my head spin
We were both in a turbulent place back then
Very different on the surface
but skin deep – so much the same
You and I had more in common
than one could have ever imagined…

The wounded child will always finds a playmate
it can trust – and we did

…the wind continues to blow my friend…

There were days when the bond made us cry
painful moments that could not be broken
understanding words can always be spoken
and a tale told with sincerity
But, it was in those quiet moments;
the silence, the tears, holding each other
in times of desperation, need, pain…
some things lost and some things gained
Our sense of loss was never taken for granted;
and only thing we knew for certain
…the wind always blows

So I taught you how to sail
on a stormy night when we thought a new day
would never come
rocking you to sleep
on a sea of tranquility
Newport waves a fond farewell little one…

You were more outwardly flamboyant
and dyed your hair a rebellious red
I was always deep in thought,
searching for the words
pen to paper, demons to be fought

And we danced in the rain together
when no one else would
wanted to or could
Holding hands skipping to a random beat;
laughing, throwing our heads back
never losing faith or losing track – of where we needed to be
catching raindrops on our tongues
Life seemed good and the consequences
we could not foresee

We didn’t know what our futures would hold
the twists and turns that would unfold
and never anticipating that you would leave before me;
like your father I was closer to a path
of checking out unnaturally…
You fought for every moment as if it were gold
and now you are gone…
I remain surrounded by your swan song

Looking at old photographs, some of our adventures
as the years did pass…time, love laughter
we thought would never come to an end
tears fill my eyes and I hope you know
how much you are loved my dear friend

…and the wind will always blow…

Dedicated to my sister and friend Jennifer Rie Vanderlinden

© 2014 TrilbyYates