Windowsill view of a world that has stood still for seven years Seven years and all I can do and all I can say is that the mirrored image of myself doesn't hold a candle to the image or the wisdom of Dorian Gray Self imposed isolation so many demons to slay ghosts that have …
Tag: loss
Label Maker
Call it what you will Give it a name Wrapped neatly Round peg in a square hole Label it, categorize, alphabetize Comfort zone is not your own Call it what you will My experience is below the belt Anxiety felt pressure build up Pit of my stomach Elephant sitting on my chest Close my eyes …
I Cry For You
Walking out knee deep Fluid reflections glimmer Walking out shifting sandbar Low tide is a slow rise The moon sits stoically On a fine line drawn Across the horizon And I can only imagine What is beyond the curve Of this narcissistic planet - Earth Or the destination of shooting stars First hand knowledge burn …
Death Of A Female Poet
Slipping away Into a sweet space Reverie peace maker Holds my hand Feather bed comfort Safe haven soothsayer Fluffy white pillows Lavender and lace Lulling me into A deep sleep Dreams in sepia Hints of color - and a spray Of black and white Vintage montage In the powerful Atlantic air I am standing high …
Leap Of Faith
Odd the way people come and go floating in and out of my life and as the wind blows it's just another reminder how walking from here to there can more often then not lead to somewhere and it's been years since I've felt the flutter of angel wings against my brow or the holier …
Cat Call
Hey...you...pssst...floating Lightly from high above The cement masses Whistles and cat calls Reminiscent of a 50's B flick With blonde bombshells And well manicured mustaches That get twisted when the mood shifts From scene to scene Little girl with grown up shoes Struts her stuff While taking another puff Long thin 100s imported Via her …
Hiding In The Shadows
Hiding in the shadows of my room with the door closed - listening to the sounds listening to the sounds with my hands up against the wall And off in the distance I hear you running down the hall shouting words words of warning and well wishes completely delusional Standing in my room with the …
Deep Blue Sea
Sailing beyond my senses Open space with no boundaries Wind blows filling sails, leaning so far the rails mesh with the ocean; there is no line or divide...seamless My mind remains clear while demons from the past disappear drift off to a distant edge of the horizon vast and so far far away... With all …
I Live With No Regrets
Wishful thinking a few Hail Mary's and an Act Of Contrition thrown in for good luck - keeps me honest when I spend to much time alone... Once you asked if I was raised as a Catholic girl Big Apple shines bright in beautiful Italian brown eyes you said All I could see were emerald …
Trilby Yates 