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…
The first sail; the feeling of nothing beneath you but a fluid sense like water...fluid...ever changing...nothing stays the same...life I was dreaming about my husband...sleeping in the v-berthsinging songs with the angels. we were on my sailboatI prayed that he would keep singing and never stopWhen I realized it was an echo from the past...I …
walk up-stairs; number seven - lingerswhite noise turns into a last nerve burn heart beat races. hesitation is a pull; but, will, is taking each step; it's more of a draw than a scribble when that little voice pops; whispering in moments of a loneliness buzzrecall is a gentle memory of wantingreality; harsh images of …
I’m not going to get over you am I?Silly question to ask, I know…but…stillThere’s a lot of time but no space between us…I linger on and on while you float around watching over meAt least I think you do, I feel you…so it must be trueWhat would you say to me today?If you can see …
We were a slow dance; a block party smooth the sound of Rosie and The Originals - floatsabove "Angel baby, my angel baby; whoo hoo I love you, whoo hoo I do..." in-sync two step - glide. © 2022 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
I continue to stand between a breakwater and a shallow grave all the while off in the distanceI can hear with clarity; the call of an untamable and vast oceangentle hands holding sand and sea reach;holding space for my most joyful dreams I have danced on a narrow sandbar; built by drifting seashells and lost …
There are times when a high tide knocks me off my feet and there isn't much left but bits of sand in my hair when I'm riding the waves my heart races and flies like the dark wings of a raven into the wind but only higher and as the curve begins to engulf me …
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 …
Trilby Yates 