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…
It takes a sacred space in the heart To truly own and except what has been Words spoken or the silence of the unspoken The proverbial bell that can't be un-rung "I love you" never passes through lips or floats in the airWhen reality is like a twist of the heart stringsAt first it is …
Late night summer walk up the hill to an InnThat rests high above the sea Starlight so clear, bright; still amazes me Enough to stop, take a breath; pause Each step is a reminder of all that I have ...found and lost Where I've been and where I'm going Should I go left or right …
I woke to the sound of the ocean waves gently rushing the shoreline seagulls songbirds and mourning doves for the first time in weeks my dreams weren't filled with angst and fret semi-peaceful reverie half remembered and half slipped away details gone the remnants of feelings are all that remain ambivalence similar to when a …
Trip wire side step one foot on land the other wading in a tide rising and when you pass between my sense of reality and fantasy it's an old time black and white romantic comedy in slow motionme classic widow in black garb you handsome con-man hat in handintentional filter to soften imperfections but a …
You and me, pink shades gazing into a mirrored poolWater smooth as glass, no reflection just a bounceIt's 4 a.m. footsteps are like a whimper in the nightAnd when the sun rises, all of my angstAll of my failures drift like the distant soundOf a lover stepping off without noticeA kiss, repetitive words...call you later …
...and the question rises; my heart sinks Into the deep blue in his eyesOur song hums in the background; He touches my left hand...questionMy chest stirs but love hasn't filled the hairline fractures Or smoothed the ragged edgesIs love a possibility? The hands of the clock Continue to circle I have no answers, no quick …
Sheets and a sunrise wrap around us Tender moments and your kiss Begin to fade Your touch feels reminiscentFamiliar; that odd rush of déjà vu Someone, someplace The viewI drift off to the sound of your heartbeat Dreams cascading like a waterfallNo waves; tiny consequential ripples Pushing me Beyond the reef; my sanctuary, my comfort …
Is the pivot in the law or in the facts? They both blow by like phantom painMy lovers all fade brilliantly into shape-shiftersIt depends some-times on how loud the clock tics; or the way a morning light lands delicately on linenHow quickly will they ponder or gently fade away?Early AM 5:55 bust, even with a …
He whispers something or other as if magically my heart will open to things forgotten and with each word stirs memories better left in a pine box six feet under and wisdom is more or less a forgiveness of past sins I wrap myself in a silk kimono and slip back into his arms where …
Trilby Yates 