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…
Images; black and white - sepia Days gone by - loved ones never known Funeral pyre rises above the imagination Stories spun, hand picked cotton weaving A tapestry from flesh and blood Handed over gingerly as if precious gemsOf a time when the fight was for freedom Words of wisdom seep through the timelineThe way …
What happens when time slips and echos turn into soft murmurs that you don’t recognize any longer but there is something familiar in the wind the way it skims gently across your cheeks tussles your hair playful what happens when you are humming a tune but can’t remember the words or the name of the song but you know you always loved it what …
I am not merely made up of the past, the present, potential future; flesh and bone - I am emotions, sensations, feelings, vibrations. the wind or lack of.I am the unknown. the object of your affection. occasional rejection. sequential reflection; yet you do not know me - ©2023 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
I was that skinny girl the one with the pixie cutthat couldn't breathe in a crowded roomwhose favorite story is still Rapunzel ©2023 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
The dance; slow, seductive willful - a waltzeach time I melted into the grove with ease intuition, twinges of betrayal - dissipatethe way the sun would rise; radiance, hope questa volta sarà diverso...potential, a brighter tomorrow. I close my eyes and move with each step, leaving the past another time - always with anticipationmorning Uber …
No such thing as a dream catcher,when the shades are drawn to keep the light out - I dream on and onAnd all that stay too long, like an uninvited guest or laugh lines we tend to ignore. I close my eyes and conjure images To rattle the narcissist I hold so dear. all my …
A new year is right around the corner I can't relate to the hype or drama,the glitz or glamour; promises made, only to be broken a few days later the only promise I hold onto is that the sun will rise in the east, set in the west and the tide will shift according to …
A cool winter breezeblows byA one hit wonderthat plays over and overWith the familiarityof a gentle smileGreetings at the doorwelcome home sweet oneSome say boredomsets in with time And the eye wandersbut I remain in aweOf the next daysame old sunriseSame old sunsetred sky at nightSailors delightred sky in the morningSailors take warning Gentle touch, sweet …
the air around the soundsweet melody carried away gentle hands, the heart held is an achea memory bend - slant notes played with tender intentthat move the soul...upward emotions rise and feelings flowfrom here to there a reflective tap… fingers slide instinctively across stingsplaying the heart’s song silence in the unspoken perfection is an echo …
Trilby Yates 