Early morning reluctant drift; sleep eludes me once more and sometimes the desire for a hot frothy cup of coffee shakes my dreams loose and there is nothing more awakening than that first step onto a cold floor; a life acknowledged nod, while fairy lights twinkle on the porch with a tender glow; visual comfort...welcome …
Tag: loss
Sincopata
Gingerly stepping forward, one foot in front of the other Wrapped in a magical envelope: a time bubble bounce 50 years ago, a brilliant recollection tsunami Images play out like an old 60's flick Color, black and white slo-mo With memory snap shots, tiny mementos Crystal clear gifts, wrapped in teenage angst For a moment …
Beloved Starfish
She moves through everything, tangible or not with light and air uplifting anticipation; which isn't a sin unless you live there Pages turned with care not to disturb the intent or thought; a sacred sanctuary and her heart aches, but letting go is a gift - time honored Silver box unlocked old watches won't rewind …
Hope Is Love
The future, a myriad of bright lights Shimmering within a golden glow Hints of fuchsia, cherry and all its many versions; Garnet, crimson, scarlet and lipstick red Green the color of hope, rebirth, renewal, The learning curve; an archway of love and loss; "Strength and support, lightness and openness within density, thresholds into liminal space" …
Summer Sanctuary
Summer sanctuary quarantined haven, without any sense of what day of the week it is And just as everything begins to blur; one day, occasionally playfully, running into the next, a shift in the cosmos sets my thoughts into a fragmented stream of color - a heavenly spiral upward There's a history, a commonality; cyber-space …
Grace
Emptiness is a hollow space longing to fill a void Longing to feel a sense of grace ...sanctioned by the loved and lost Where all the plus and minus’s are scorned Thinly veiled and sharp edges cut deep wounds Splinters of blood appear thicker than water And grace will come like a ray of sunlight …
Lovelorn
It’s quiet, 5-something-AM silence is like a golden charm worn resting reverie, proudly by the lost and lovelorn And I’ve never known that side of the calm; always standing feet planted reluctantly within the eye of the storm Eventually the sun will rise, shining a brilliant spotlight on all the hidden truths and lies; And …
Bitter Pill
I float inches above the ground and when I begin to touch down I feel scattered Earth and flesh abound my survival is circumstantial And I weep at the thought of landing - soft place irrelevant A need to tangle outside the fray is a bitter pill A battle from day to day. ©2019 TrilbyYates
Done
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; …
Trilby Yates 