“Yet each man kills the thing he loves By each let this be heard Some do it with a bitter look Some with a flattering word The coward does it with a kiss The brave man with a sword” ― Oscar Wilde “Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound …
Category: Perceptions
Twilight Blues
Twilight lasts until the sunrise chases it away A magical part of a new day dawning A continuous repetitive cycle pushing me forward The monotony of it doesn't bore me, nor a life long love Hell bent or chasing angels, I float reluctantly Wind chimes are still; even in the midst of a storm Dream-catchers …
Solitude
Sometimes, I sleep walk bumping into my own walls The box seems much smaller in the dark When lights are low and the music is barely an annoying hum That penetrates my one remaining salvation…the silence within And there are always those questions that never see the break of dawn Or the answers that would …
Off The Grid
Off the grid hanging on by a mere thread And what goes around comes around Full circle makes my head spin - takes my breath away When the past rears its angelic head Emotions tap dance with absentee partners Now and then all the best intentions Turn from blue skies to a storm brewing I …
2021 Drift
It's early morning, a new day reluctantly peaks through clouds that are filled with rain - maximum capacity. The temperature has a chill to it - a teeth chattering freeze. A direct message shot across the bow from Old Man Winter - a not so subtle poke as a reminder, like a child demanding attention …
White Rose Petals
White rose petals fall, finger tip pin prick red blood flows under her majesty's blue sky And the sound of a collective heart beat penetrates the soul; a country that has never scratched the surface of the ground it walks; the land it stole A country that doesn't know - what it doesn't know and …
Cup Of Coffee Drift
Early morning reluctant drift; sleep eludes me once more and sometimes the desire for a hot frothy cup of coffee shakes my dreams loose and there is nothing more awakening than that first step onto a cold floor; a life acknowledged nod, while fairy lights twinkle on the porch with a tender glow; visual comfort...welcome …
Anticipation
Whispers; a hint of sound, a gentle push - time that slips beyond space holds liquid-like-air; nothing tangible, making it even more intriguing. Yet, when the wind blows and the sand slip between my fingers like pearls of wisdom from an unforgiving past and words fall lovingly from my own lips, I am continually surprised …
Bitter Pill
I float inches above the ground and when I begin to touch down I feel scattered Earth and flesh abound my survival is circumstantial And I weep at the thought of landing - soft place irrelevant A need to tangle outside the fray is a bitter pill A battle from day to day. ©2019 TrilbyYates
Trilby Yates 