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…
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 …
The question posed It's like a hostile Shot across the bow - slo-mo tormentThe moment lingers Silence slips into What feels like an eternity One click left and all I can think about Is what color your eyes are Noticing they change When you speak Answers don't seem relevant When time stops and the heart …
Uber ride under the Hudson River Thoughts deep and surroundingAnticipation feels more like a shot of heroin Than an adrenaline rush opening the heart To the possibilities of love or passionDeep breath in count to four Hold four and blow six...repeatNow months later I wonder if you Ever understand how my heart holds loss Or …
She stood still, cold wind blows, bare hands shaking eyes wide as the news translates from doom and gloom to Christmas cheer; she would sing if she could. Tangled web of high ratings money flows in an upward motion...there is no downward trickle in her neighborhood. A few blocks tourists know a magical place to …
Is the pivot in the law or in the facts? They both blow by like phantom painMy lovers all fade brilliantly into shape-shiftersIt depends some-times on how loud the clock tics; or the way a morning light lands delicately on linenHow quickly will they ponder or gently fade away?Early AM 5:55 bust, even with a …
