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…
Paper tigers and butterfliesWhimsical flutter touches My cheek, my heartWhile a playful breeze dances Past images; memories of marionette smiles and painted eyes seeing beyond The unexpected purpose and intentMermaids swim against the tide Chasing love and laughterTraces of seashells and starlight dancers Strewn about; a toss up - evening dreams ...or the sweetest reverie …
Morning sun rises in the east; pinks and golden light gently wash over sand and sea, leaves fall, drops of dew glistening with song, sea grass bend with ease.I close my eyes feeling warmth on my skin. Safely I sway. Branches reaching bare boned fingers of Father Time wisdom pointing to a euphoric sensation touching …
Where do I go when my feet Gently touch down; ocean boundSuch a long way from homeThe heart is just a tag along,A sacred diversion; Distraction - once an albatross...I am still finding my way Vein to vein slight of hand, Magic tricks and treatsFeed the beast, but never look awayFlamingo Dancers seductively sway; Castanets …
Three something A.M. bedroom window is lit up like fireworksMoon beams bounce about the room and the city skylineIs outlined and illuminated; sparks and promise soarWings of a mourning dove brush my left cheek with affectionWindowsill holds lovingly poetry books, photograph from the past,Seashells and sea glass; an adventure at the shore - so long …
Peaceful reverie surrounds me as you whisper gently words of love and reassurance The wind blows and as the evening settles my heart is open to you and all that is to comeYou ask if love has always been kind All I can say is love is love is love ...and it's the possessors and …
I float - occasionally the tips of my toes Touch down gently; a soft sacred grounding A moment of salvation; a need to clear ...my head and heart Life, I have discovered cannot be lived To it's fullest beauty holding onto images Of a boy and girl from so long ago Photographs from yearbooks past …
Bienvenue au printemps! Vers de nouveaux commencements Et un nouvel amour! Spring and love Go hand in hand Early morning Is welcomed By the kiss Of a lover A trusted confidant A friend and partner There is nothing brighter Or more satisfying A morning's sunshine As it seeps into a room Filling it with color …
twilight clouds roll in wind is a lull but not enough to keep the angst at bay or discomfort within my own skin cutting like a knife to my core slip knot hanging from the rafters and what was worn on my sleeve like a badge of purity faith and honor has been severed and …
Daisy chains, fairy dust and lullaby's The sweet scent of wild flowers and herbs Permeate, filling my sense, my heart A bouquet of Daffodils ends cut and placed In a vase; deep turquoise, color of the sea My thoughts drift; wind in my hair, sand slipping Between my fingers; I gaze out beyond the horizon …
Trilby Yates 