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…
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 …
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 live in a little one dimensional upper income coastal town in lower Connecticut. From my second floor bedroom window...sitting high above the wires and tree line, I can look out onto the Saugatuck River that feeds into the Long Island Sound that feeds into the Atlantic Ocean. Life to some, outside of this quaint …
Time changes yet daylight's dance Always begins in the east regardlessAnd love doesn't always progress The way one daydreams Rosary beads held tenderly in hands That question the power of prayerMeditating on the mantra That hope...actually does floatWe watch the world imploding in real timePandemic living is the new norm Cowardice has a grand life …
I reached out to the goddess White knuckling it On my knees Rosary in hand Asking for a shiftIn the tide To pull me under Cleanse me of my sins Outed by the guise Of organized religion I admit I am in love With Pope Francis What happens when faith And love collide And all …
Red flowers in a vase; my words written on the wall Late night rendezvous, misunderstoodLove floats above the scent of sage and lavender Candles burn; passion is a helium balloonWhen the message is as intriguing as a note in a bottle Floating, following only the high tidesHat in hand; ....anticipation - an aphrodisiac. © 2022 …
Old man sits with his back to the wallA clear view of his surroundings; doors, windows There is nothing left up to chance not even ghosts from his pastBlack crow's cage hangs from a hook in the ceilingAnd when the wind whistles it sends a chill across the marsh One doesn't have to wonder or …
I took a ride blood red coat with slick black racing stripes Oh dear MC you have loved me unconditionallyMoon roof open so I can breathe so I can feel the wind I can hear the tide shifting gears ocean wide - grindCrystal-like there are no twin snow flakes They fall with a unique tempo …
Spent the night gazing at the stars with the city sky outlining everything naked and in disguise I drifted off to sleep just as my ghosts are coming to call answering few questions and leaving me with more All the nuances of someone that never bleeds out and praying is for the delusional I hold …
Trilby Yates 