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…
Something about the way a sailboat soothes the weary When the heart is shattered and nothing makes sense The gentle way it rolls and holds with each wave Newport nights a place where a safe harbor And a safe haven align like the stars in the skyOr when lovers move insync I took your hand …
1.1.1.1. flashing retro orb lights from the past disco ball spin off and somewhere out there in the abyss of bullshit and reflections simmering off the cuff comments and intentions are flying high touch down no return choices made one on one excised from the heart like cancer from the soul scarred and somewhat tattered …
It was Valentines Day...I made chocolate covered strawberries you photographed them Nikon Kodachrome color never fades the chemo nurse asked for a signed copy she collects strawberry photos kitchen framed hanging on the wall fav patient she said you graciously complied signature of an artist a future Hallmark card never to throw away take-out delivery …
Twirling feather-like wisps, pearly white cloud vapor puff long lingering drag deep breath in, the epitome of expectation ...life, love, loss, your wedding ring worn for comfort, the past, present, future; dreams, dreams and memories - up in smoke Self portrait Gerard T. Yates (11.26.54 - 10.27.07) © TrilbyYates 2016
Awakened as if violently being shaken from a deep sleep, earthquake rattle, an enormous glaring spot light being flipped on leaving nothing to the imagination, nothing allowed to hide in the shadows; any unanswered questions no longer relevant, all bets were off...issues of importance, a blank page - gone, vanished You held my face in …
Twitter – jump off – 8.21.12 to date and counting…. 1 - His song is carried in the wind like a breath from a past filled with love 2 - I'm lost in a world of memories, music and thought - my words, my writing keep me sane...for the most part 3 - Q. Do …
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 …
Trilby Yates 