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…
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 …
Where do I go when my feet Gently touch down; ocean boundSuch a long way from homeThe heart is just a tag along,A sacred diversion; Distraction - once an albatross...I am still finding my way Vein to vein slight of hand, Magic tricks and treatsFeed the beast, but never look awayFlamingo Dancers seductively sway; Castanets …
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 …
"I hear the world as it's meant to be; I hear the clouds moving in the sky..." ShetlandNon-fiction; documentary of slit writs and heart stringsA memoir; vignettes Kodachrome momentsBlack and white sepia time stamped flip book Auto-biography - intrigue to feed the lost curiosity of a bored soulLife has taken me to the oceans Flying …
Walking barefoot along the coast line Beach-esk sense of wonder and awe Sand and sea, endless as the night that holds me like a child Rock me baby, sleep tight, sweet dreams and such The wind blows my hair, tussled and tangled Oh what a delightful web we weave - whispered musingsMy heart races at …
Clouds billowing, flowing about like sheets blowing in the wind Backyard clothesline posts lean against an aging Mother NatureSails on a boat filling up to come about, tacking from east to westAnd looking up into the sky like a child seeing images of love, laughter, imaginary animals and castles in the sky;rather than the evils …
Wrapped in another causebells and whistles banners and such I walk the walk and talk the talk but when the train drags me home and I'm walking down the sidewalk my pace slows and my heart races as I sink into the emptiness that is waiting for me 3rd floor walk up with glorious windows …
Engulfed in images and memories;times we shared - and there were so manyYears of our hit and miss love affair; joy, tears, love and passion - confusion...And I did love you - maybe I still do on some empirical planeSummer lovers east coast sand and sea,with streets of Paris as a backdrop;always lingering hovering above …
Your love is like hitting a hairpin turn; high speed junkie ...and I don't know what to doShould I put on the breaks or let go of the wheel and let it fly...More of a statement than a question...I suppose © 2021 TrilbyYates
Trilby Yates 