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…
Reciprocated love - bellissimo amoreknowing when it's not you know what you know you don't what you don't...but each time there is a riska sting to the heartanother lesson learned a bee gathers pollen from a flowerpassing it onto the next flower ...until you get too close Reality is clear like truth and trust but …
A shift in the weather The wind; Commonality - a wide open sky Without boundaries Free to blow; Or be still Dog days of summer simmer and pass Trees turn; a brilliant array of colorNortheast New England autumn buzzHummingbirds and Sparrows Head south; anticipation of a winter chillI drift off to the sound of quietDaydreaming …
He just laughed...as if an innocent Turned his head looking back over his shoulder A grin that could make the devil himself blush And then; he winked and held out his handBeckoning me to come closer - if I daredTempting me, letting me in on a secret A trip into a vibrant dream stateOf tall …
There are some things in life We can controlAnger, violence, integrity Maybe even life's passion (although I think that's the nature vs nurture debate) But love...umm don't think so Love comes from a place Beyond the human logical part of us...maybe even a divine or heavenly sourceUnimaginable, extraordinary...magicalEver experience that jolt When you meet someoneIt could …
It takes a sacred space in the heart To truly own and except what has been Words spoken or the silence of the unspoken The proverbial bell that can't be un-rung "I love you" never passes through lips or floats in the airWhen reality is like a twist of the heart stringsAt first it is …
I'm not the nouveau-riche of poets...nor a relic of the old guardOblio - or square peg in a round hole I have no pattern no highs or lowsI don't follow a particular beat I am the off beat - out of sequenceI am a fine line between a pause- and hesitationThe path not taken The …
Paper tigers and butterfliesWhimsical flutter touches My cheek, my heartWhile a playful breeze dances Past images; memories of marionette smiles and painted eyes seeing beyond The unexpected purpose and intentMermaids swim against the tide Chasing love and laughterTraces of seashells and starlight dancers Strewn about; a toss up - evening dreams ...or the sweetest reverie …
There is a sweet song simmering in the background Every once in a while the volume increases and the clarity of each note each pause and space vibrates to perfectionWhat do I have to let go of to be received?What do I have to hold onto to be conceived?I'm a solo dancer tapping in the …
Sailing beyond my sensesOpen space with no boundariesWind blows filling sails, leaning so far the railsmesh with the ocean; there is no line or divide…seamlessMy mind remains clear while demons from the pastdisappear, drift off to a distant edge of the horizonvast and so far, far away…With all my experiences and all that has yet …
Trilby Yates 