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…
Walking in a field high above the cliffs the wild flowers, bees and butterflies weave and flutter; a hypnotic dance I can hear the tide, the rise, the fall crashing against a rocky shore line at times gentle; a soothing caress my heart skips multiple beats fulfillment and longing; I am a contradictionof emotions © …
A shooting star moment When reality crosses over From wishful thinking To the end of second guessing And it's in that momentEyes close several deep breathes A pause and a decision To let goTo make space for loveFor the possibility of loveAnd/or to acknowledge That the future is a solo trip And the journey Can …
I woke to the sound of the ocean waves gently rushing the shoreline seagulls songbirds and mourning doves for the first time in weeks my dreams weren't filled with angst and fret semi-peaceful reverie half remembered and half slipped away details gone the remnants of feelings are all that remain ambivalence similar to when a …
He left On the white feathered Wings of Angels On an uncharacteristically Warm fall night And as my world Like the bottom dropping out Or the proverbial rug being pulled From under my feet I drifted off Where nothing was real And nothing held life With fragile hands The way it once had Prayers became …
Throwing stones broken glass splinters Tiny pieces glisten catching sunlight Just before landing captured prisms Pressed between pages Leather embossed binding Sit on a shelf A distant corner Antiquated book store - Conscious Storage and Recollections Of Data Madame Rue placed a hidden message Page 444 thirty something years ago - man of your dreams …
Rain falls warm spring late night Street lights glistensWalking the avenue Pass a favorite rendezvous Grab a corner table outside A few minutes here or there Reaching across the tableTouching your face Flash back to when I believed ...in the possibility of love © 2022 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
To be the object of his full attentionHis affection as if time stands still And she blind to the blessings And privilege he has bestowed Upon her a mere female women The delicate sex - fragile and witless Her strength he is convinced he holds In the palms of his hands He is fixated by …
Three flights up, surround sound and sunlight Views of one of the, if not, the most amazing city in the world Depends on which side of the Hudson one lands Shades pulled up and she spends several minutes A sad attempt to make them even - Angel dust floats aboutShe believe in Angels; rather than …
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 …
Trilby Yates 