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…
Count down walk about Room to room questions float Eyes closed images appear Memories are like pin pricks to the heart Nothing is in stone, nothing is in stone Not words or love, even loss can be replaced; Over time, over time Echo chamber bounce from here to there Landing gently on the floor Ashes …
Keepsakes found tucked away somewhere In-between the pages of my past Held lovingly in the arms Of worn bindings and bookcases Dust flies defensively Almost as a way of protection From the invasion of my Seeking hands and eyes The reclusive nature of a "fade-away" Forgotten notes found and remembered In a twist of time …
Early morning reluctant drift; sleep eludes me once more and sometimes the desire for a hot frothy cup of coffee shakes my dreams loose and there is nothing more awakening than that first step onto a cold floor; a life acknowledged nod, while fairy lights twinkle on the porch with a tender glow; visual comfort...welcome …
July. July. It holds me close wrapped in warmth love promise laughter. The future bright blinding the past so far away. Loss fear edge of the cliff slippery slope. Flashback siren red lights spinning warning; red blood white towels pulse flat line flat Memory wedding bells your beautiful face; tux flowers in your lapel high …
Wine filled fluted glasses crystal cut with precise intention captures the essence of light introspective reflection of the heart and soul once a year - I take pause, it is a continuous process; the potential has no ending Candles flicker sparks fly a room filled with joy and laughter prompted by the holiday high but …
Quiet nights slow slumber restless heart beats without intent You place your head on my chest as I brush the hair from your eyes I can feel your wondering thoughts with questions deep Penetrating my soul with anticipation and sorrow for all that you are yet to experience And what this life has handed us …
Hot steamy summer day...not a cloud in the sky; brilliant blue dome of color - a slight breeze floats by on the up beat of a song dancing through the air; off in the distance sailboats lean, lean, lean stretching canvas and rails dip in the salty sea - flashback summer sweat dripping kisses...glorious sight …
Old photographs Father front center Children in awe eyes wide Mothers hands tightly folded sepia images wrapped neatly pieces of linen loosely regarded memories change with the passing of time tied with a tender touch obsessive perfection silk ribbon once brilliant sapphire shade of blue faded edges similar to the way stories of the past …
I am a one liner cliche oblivious daydreamer fantasy shaker one foot in front of the other stumbling block self proclaimed prophet to the faithless magnificent enemy of a higher order I am identifiable puff of vaporized humanity sexuality twist gender bender fraudulent soul seeker status disclaimer lacking moral compass deformity stolen innocence imposter race …
Trilby Yates 