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…
Late night walk moon is up shining leading the way off in the distance firecrackers go off anticipation summer holidays on the rise all I can think about is what it would like if you were here your hand in minewalking with me sand and seawho I am and who you would be if...I conjure …
Wind blows over the bay raindrops tap dance on the rooftop a lullaby drift off to the sweetest reverie colorful images seagrass gray blue waters a backdrop to footprints in the sand a glance over my shoulder a smile my heart is full joy and laughterbut I feel empty loss, longingI touch my mouth instinctively …
He whispers something or other as if magically my heart will open to things forgotten and with each word stirs memories better left in a pine box six feet under and wisdom is more or less a forgiveness of past sins I wrap myself in a silk kimono and slip back into his arms where …
Heading home early morning; sun's up but I haven't seen the rise Uber cuts across the avenue, traffic lights blinking out of syncAnd I am drowning once again in the turning of an emotional tideStill sleepy six blocks and counting Hudson River morning ferry And there's a vibration in the center of my chest where …
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 …
A few pieces of sage wrapped in jute twine The perfection of a sailors knotRosemary and lavender; peel back the layersThe loved, the love lorn or worse; the never love-dCandle light and a drum beat; whispers in the windA hush, keeping the darkness away - keeping the demons at bayA tender touch; protection from a …
Three something A.M. bedroom window is lit up like fireworksMoon beams bounce about the room and the city skylineIs outlined and illuminated; sparks and promise soarWings of a mourning dove brush my left cheek with affectionWindowsill holds lovingly poetry books, photograph from the past,Seashells and sea glass; an adventure at the shore - so long …
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 …
Every once in a whilea rare momentwhen the past creeps inand even on a brightclear not a cloud in sight daybeautiful deep blue skyand a cool almost spring breezebrings me down drags me downto hand shaking tremblingnear tears levelit's not a broken heartor a missingit's more ofan intuition hita gut puncha betrayala wow wtf momentthat …
Trilby Yates 