Words to lips fall gently as pen to paper emotions fill my heart...still beats a tender touch does not leave me empty the world such a simple place lingering thoughts turn into daydreams while spirits rise watching silently from shadows of a widow's walk soaring high above surrounded in love and translucent light I wander …
Tag: emotion
Your Shirt
Self portrait Warm breeze and sunshine off in the distance is a sound so familiar it makes me weep whispers I love you and sighs of contentment leave me wandering in rooms from the past the day to day never dull or mundane the scent of you remains... I wear your shirt arms wrapped around …
Awakening The Senses
Historical preservation …moments in time held with highest regard Tourists flock like pigeons on the plaza Camera’s long zoom lens Nikon, Canon hanging around their neck Focusing on the image The experience is captured knowing its own mortality But is the experience felt? Is it a deal breaking mesmerizing life altering electrifying source of energy …
Self
Flickering flash light sparkling florescent glitter weaving shadowy reflections and sounds vibrating - Imagine: tiny poetic dancers movements fluttering on stucco walls texture rubs the senses with twirling drips of a grand illusion fan fare and flags waving... with no peaceful conclusion - Yet the heart continues to pose question after question without clarity - the …
Un-reciprocated Possibilities
Words dripping from my lips mid sentence lapse of judgment makes no sense to let them fall but I'm feeling empty headed And I can't get beyond my own thoughts and on a better day I would know it's not about you at all... - this is just about me ... now I'm stumbling around …
Deviant Past
The days, shorter now - nights longer... Appearing darker than the norm Without the slightest hint of an artists color Creative minds freeze dry skyline falls flat With just a glaze of sepia But, only around the rough edges And I have a hole in my one size fits all Italian handmade 100% cotton shirt …
Déjà vu Love Affair
You kissed me first, I remember it well, laughter fills the air you flash that Sandbar grin memories dock side keep flaunting happiness as if it were something attainable sustainable not fleeting or a mere moment of joy from the past your eyes meeting mine not the first time déjà vu quick glance second chance …
Best Is Yet To Come
Silver spoons and snake skins hanging from the rear view mirror top down and the wind is blowing like there is something on fire keeping my demons at bay and when the devil is at the cross roads tapping his foot impatiently waiting for the woman dressed in black my widows walk doesn't seem so …
Trilby Yates 