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…
Sheets and a sunrise wrap around us Tender moments and your kiss Begin to fade Your touch feels reminiscentFamiliar; that odd rush of déjà vu Someone, someplace The viewI drift off to the sound of your heartbeat Dreams cascading like a waterfallNo waves; tiny consequential ripples Pushing me Beyond the reef; my sanctuary, my comfort …
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 …
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 …
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 …
There is a sliver of hesitation between what love brings And what love takes and yet the desire to attain it...remainsA heart beat that bounces; not an echo or flat landingA thread connecting the heart, the push and pull - the in-betweenHow often can a slight blush of the cheek Turn into much more than …
"I hear the world as it's meant to be; I hear the clouds moving in the sky..." ShetlandNon-fiction; documentary of slit writs and heart stringsA memoir; vignettes Kodachrome momentsBlack and white sepia time stamped flip book Auto-biography - intrigue to feed the lost curiosity of a bored soulLife has taken me to the oceans Flying …
Clouds billowing, flowing about like sheets blowing in the wind Backyard clothesline posts lean against an aging Mother NatureSails on a boat filling up to come about, tacking from east to westAnd looking up into the sky like a child seeing images of love, laughter, imaginary animals and castles in the sky;rather than the evils …
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 …
Bienvenue au printemps! Vers de nouveaux commencements Et un nouvel amour! Spring and love Go hand in hand Early morning Is welcomed By the kiss Of a lover A trusted confidant A friend and partner There is nothing brighter Or more satisfying A morning's sunshine As it seeps into a room Filling it with color …
Trilby Yates 