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…
Something about the way a sailboat soothes the weary When the heart is shattered and nothing makes sense The gentle way it rolls and holds with each wave Newport nights a place where a safe harbor And a safe haven align like the stars in the skyOr when lovers move insync I took your hand …
It's early morning, a new day reluctantly peaks through clouds that are filled with rain - maximum capacity. The temperature has a chill to it - a teeth chattering freeze. A direct message shot across the bow from Old Man Winter - a not so subtle poke as a reminder, like a child demanding attention …
A fine line between what is said and what is meant when passion hides behind well wishes and glances on the other side of friendship and no one knows better than Madame Bovary if love will come or love will go the extra mile or fade off into a slow burn sun rises and sets …
How well you thought you knew me; not so long ago when I walked the rocky coast late at night - New England rag tag shore line But, it was in my darkest hours that you seemed to fade away... An ambiguous image blurred and out of view Like two proverbial battle weary ships, in …
Seems like only yesterday the sky was a turquoise shade of blue babies breath and fall surrounded us. We raised our children together coffee clutch at the local diner; Mom's on a break... the gift of gab and so much more the wind was blowing strong As love was falling from our grasp husbands and …
Trilby Yates 