My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
They say things happen for a reasonIt is what it is - so on and so on I am a blank page, a clean slateI believe it to be mine aloneMy personally drawn life map Day by day, sun shining - the sounds of a mourning dove's cooMy likes, dislikes, love and lovers; friends or …
We didn't meet face to face - abstract concept view the crewTwo years plus; lock down shut-in(s) remote couch comfy jobJerry-rigged home offices mismatched and leaning to the left Several times a day we communicate via Zoom We'd chat trivia, analyze data - the ups and downs The consents, the positives and negatives. StatsThe children. …
Yesterday a child spoke about hiding under a desk the sound of gun shots filling the air a repetitive pattern rapid fire he's down the hall long drawn out sounds he is on the other side of the door she said don't cry the shooter might hear you shallow breathes be quiet or he will …
Bouquet of flowers placed on my work bench satin ribbon tied in a bowsterling silver and gems set neatly to the sidea message a thank you note...you were terrific last night a heart with an arrow drawn throughoffenders artistic camouflage pinned to the sleeve of my jean jacket never forget - insidious memory he walks …
Life - so fragileA split second in timeThe ground shiftsChange is an open wound leftA crack down the center of the earth Humanity challenged once againLove forever and alwaysSenseless loss tears flowSorrow a dark void - chasmLesson's learned are like bridges burned....unless they aren't © 2022 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
I woke to the sound of the ocean waves gently rushing the shoreline seagulls songbirds and mourning doves for the first time in weeks my dreams weren't filled with angst and fret semi-peaceful reverie half remembered and half slipped away details gone the remnants of feelings are all that remain ambivalence similar to when a …
He left On the white feathered Wings of Angels On an uncharacteristically Warm fall night And as my world Like the bottom dropping out Or the proverbial rug being pulled From under my feet I drifted off Where nothing was real And nothing held life With fragile hands The way it once had Prayers became …
To be the object of his full attentionHis affection as if time stands still And she blind to the blessings And privilege he has bestowed Upon her a mere female women The delicate sex - fragile and witless Her strength he is convinced he holds In the palms of his hands He is fixated by …
Your words, he mutters...are a cloak. A dull knife. And the only difference between you and a novice - condescending sighYour dark eyes speak louder than your words.Put pen to paper and let them undress you.He brushes against my left side As he walks away the space dissipates. He utters softly...my dear © 2022 TrilbyYates …
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