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…
A shift in the weather The wind; Commonality - a wide open sky Without boundaries Free to blow; Or be still Dog days of summer simmer and pass Trees turn; a brilliant array of colorNortheast New England autumn buzzHummingbirds and Sparrows Head south; anticipation of a winter chillI drift off to the sound of quietDaydreaming …
Late night summer walk up the hill to an InnThat rests high above the sea Starlight so clear, bright; still amazes me Enough to stop, take a breath; pause Each step is a reminder of all that I have ...found and lost Where I've been and where I'm going Should I go left or right …
The day seeps in with glimpses of a slow sunrise and the sound of waves crashingFor a moment my heart feels full and moves from my sleeve to the center of my chestSand beneath my feet; salt in the air, I take what I can...a deep breath in and a slow blow outYou will never …
Wind blows across ocean The Atlantic roars Carrying a scent Of salt and recovery Sand beneath my feet, Your hand in mine As we walk the shoreline Finding seashells, An array of color - texture Sea glass; green, blue, Yellow, opaque white Placed in a jar to hold Our newly made memories Heart filled keepsakes …
He writes about birds flying over the marsh looking for prey A broad wing hawk soaring near the tiny airport that sits high in the middle of the island It is a divine messenger, you are protected Northern sea fowl diving in chilled waves Seals resting on rocks; a pure sense of nature, God and …
July. July. It holds me close wrapped in warmth love promise laughter. The future bright blinding the past so far away. Loss fear edge of the cliff slippery slope. Flashback siren red lights spinning warning; red blood white towels pulse flat line flat Memory wedding bells your beautiful face; tux flowers in your lapel high …
Gracious words are like honeycombs to the soul...(Proverbs 16:24) There is no sound like this echo’s from place to place and back again there are no moments like this hold tight blow a kiss to nowhere carried off far away boat ride Galilee to Old Harbor with the wind to my back and the sun …
Pen to paper can be intimidating - old school writing feels awkward when it has been years since the last time I actually put...pen to paper. But on this trip no laptop, no word processing devices - didn't think to bring anything along to write with...front desk, sweet faced young man - red curly hair …
Melodious breeze blows across the shore line a song from long ago whistles in the wind Harp player glides passed sand filled shoes staring into tomorrow crystal ball floats by far away Block Island hidden treasures 200 and counting lost and found seashells fall from high above seagulls soar you lean into me while the …
Trilby Yates 