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…
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 …
I walk the streets where you used to live; the city you thrived in The city you fell in love with; the city that set you free while at the same time crippling you - taking away any sense of coherency But, you, you were alright, you were a shining star; you were on fire …
I listen compassionately to young poets; exposing their soul with naïveté unobstructed passion struggling to keep their words and truth pure, clear, coherent; and I think to myself, silent within my own insecurities, my own private courtroom - judge and jury, these are the facts, objection, overruled...I recall my own journey; my own learning curve. …
I take words like a source of energy spinning them into a beautiful telling novella emotional roller coaster ride power ball spin into the heavens They have no beginning, they have no end I gently lay them out on a vaporous black velvet texture-less veil the words pop like firecrackers sparks fly intentions soar and …
Sailboat w/ lights Rowayton CT New moon, dark sky and starlight Search in silent reverie for a moment Grand plan in the scheme of things A tidal wave of emotion Filmstrip days move by frame to frame Floating images a seductive dance Creative process takes its toll There is no apparent wisdom Precious territory wrapped …
Trilby Yates 