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 © …
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 first grandchild. My sister's first son. My first nephew. When you were a baby I believed you were magical You had a power that made sparks fly in the night ...and a sweet song in your whispers Too young to crawl, so you walked before you had twelve months behind you. Words came easy …
Kitchen table morning bend from dreams that haunt To which coffee cup is an appropriate mood fitWhen the challenge of the day will be How to complete a thought without it Breaking down to the minutiae The sentiments and emotions that cut deep And take a lifetime to heal or at the very least mend …
Walking barefoot along the coast line Beach-esk sense of wonder and awe Sand and sea, endless as the night that holds me like a child Rock me baby, sleep tight, sweet dreams and such The wind blows my hair, tussled and tangled Oh what a delightful web we weave - whispered musingsMy heart races at …
A rainy Sunday I weave and dance slip between time and space morphing into little snippets moments of joy and love and with daily meditation the clarity that forms makes it possible to reach out and touch the emotions the purity of promise and desire when love and passion connect you draw a detailed map …
How far down the rabbit hole dare I go When moment to moment emotions go from Not giving a fuck to loathing Disbelief, numb to heart broken I know what true grief is and this isn't that Death isn't a choice unintentional heartbreak Walking out is a decision intentions are clear This is somewhere between …
Time cruises around like a hotshot in a sports car Top down, wind blowing; head shaking moments Fingers tapping the steering wheel to a song not yet written Unburdened freedom is better than a first kiss; well, almost Or that last look waving goodbye summers end drift Time is an orphan, belonging to no one; …
My love of sea and sail vast sky ocean wide Yet I fear a full moon cycle tide high rise Tide falls low sand bar run aground Claustrophobic angst contradicts the obvious Looking out beyond the beyond no land insight And I feel small minuscule the context of the endlessness that is before me I …
Trilby Yates 