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…
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 …
Deep in the night dreams chase a whimsical song; such a sweet serenade. dearest reverie your image never fades and I have found myself in bed with a stranger. hands that do not fit, words that cast shadows. abstract rhetoric does not ring true. Saint Christopherslips between my fingers - I am lost… closing my …
walk up-stairs; number seven - lingerswhite noise turns into a last nerve burn heart beat races. hesitation is a pull; but, will, is taking each step; it's more of a draw than a scribble when that little voice pops; whispering in moments of a loneliness buzzrecall is a gentle memory of wantingreality; harsh images of …
Bouquet of flowers placed on my work bench satin ribbon tied in a bowsterling silver and gems set neatly to the sidea message a thank you note...you were terrific last night a heart with an arrow drawn throughoffenders artistic camouflage pinned to the sleeve of my jean jacket never forget - insidious memory he walks …
He left On the white feathered Wings of Angels On an uncharacteristically Warm fall night And as my world Like the bottom dropping out Or the proverbial rug being pulled From under my feet I drifted off Where nothing was real And nothing held life With fragile hands The way it once had Prayers became …
The first grandchild. My sister's first son. My first nephew. When you were a baby I believed you were magical You had a power that made sparks fly in the night ...and a sweet song in your whispers Too young to crawl, so you walked before you had twelve months behind you. Words came easy …
The wind blows across the harbor And I'm aware the feel isn't the same No east coast bend or sudden slap Across the face gusts or galePacific Ocean has an opposite vibration It rattles to the bone; shakes the docks it doesn't rollAnd a shadow from the past hovers It doesn't dance or shimmy around …
I saw myself standing on a cloud white and billowy tender to the toucharms outstretch finger tips sparks flying my heart moved to the left and I stepped off into a heavenly abyss pulling from a remote part of my memory images of you and me ...moments in a nano second time warp split that …
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 …
Trilby Yates 