Drop down distance 50 mile radius I remain geographically undesirable Age range is a throwback Reminiscent of my youth Always dated older men I’m sure Freud would have a field day Challenging whose fault I am But now I’ve tightened the circle Fear based sense of loss I couldn’t bear again Nothing is a sure …
Tag: love
Feathered Wings
Days spent, medical world; I never felt the passion Hands of the clock drag around, baggage tossed like coins into the Fontana di Trevi - I still prefer gelato; anytime of day But, life has its own plan, agenda And I could just blame it on circumstance birth place, date and time; full moon or …
Straight Line Curve
Recollection torn side swipe that first invasion that first intrusion 6 maybe 7 a blur a clean break not a splintered snap or scrape leaving flesh or bone behind a clean clear break a nothingness a child erased innocence obliterated thin air smoke rising high dissipates disappears evaporates the form remains hollowed out - inside …
Rewind
Cloth folds perfection in the creases piled high anxiety I breathe in - deep exhaling the pain out that chokes so much of what remains running through my veins even when I’m semi-comatose to the daily grind and flowers are tossed in the trash day two wilt don’t worry there will always be more tomorrow …
Rambling-s
A breeze from the north pushes a sense of freedom, blowing smoke vapor - yet, not sure why; it's a bounce back reflective thing I guess; reminiscent of a conflict, a non declared war taking its toll, the body count continued to rise even after it’s proclaimed ending back then, during those days of peace, love and LSD …
Leaning Into the Wind
Standing with arms out-stretched leaning into the wind my footing slips, eyes closed - images cascade just like a waterfall in slow motion, color burst; shades of blue one, two, three, four tumbling, tumbling; how can I ignore all that has passed from dirt to dust tossed into the air nothing more, nothing more than …
Sisterhood
You might call me denigrating names Names, like sticks and stones Could break my bones Yet never truly touch me Names you would not call Your mother, sister, wife or daughter Or maybe, just maybe you would You could try to hold me back ...or attempt to hold me down And if by some cosmic …
Pressed Against My Soul
Deep sleep dreams slip from an image to a place Lost in time travel, yet it all makes sense Moment to moment, breath to breathless, deepest solitude Once I climbed a mountain high, stood at the summit Reached up, stretched finger tips and grabbed the sun The only burn I felt was my ego as …
Sunrise Rush
There is something about the early morning light the way is bounces and throws patterns lacy images shadowy dancing lovers reminders of times and moments held so dear my chest aches held without reason or clarity purity of the senses and every song that ever mattered in my adolescence playing on an auto rewind flip …
Trilby Yates 