Gingerly stepping forward, one foot in front of the other Wrapped in a magical envelope: a time bubble bounce 50 years ago, a brilliant recollection tsunami Images play out like an old 60's flick Color, black and white slo-mo With memory snap shots, tiny mementos Crystal clear gifts, wrapped in teenage angst For a moment …
Tag: memory
Grace
Emptiness is a hollow space longing to fill a void Longing to feel a sense of grace ...sanctioned by the loved and lost Where all the plus and minus’s are scorned Thinly veiled and sharp edges cut deep wounds Splinters of blood appear thicker than water And grace will come like a ray of sunlight …
Spitting Into The Wind
You skipped through this life; (Left a bit early for my taste or mental health wellness care in the aftermath has been lacking) Like a kid playing hopscotch Colored chalk; dust of Angels Or double dutch jumping rope; sincopada And as usual I'm distracted Flipping a coin, making a wish Heads tails, winners and losers …
Disappeared
If you care about me You’ll stop If you care about me You will stop My breath shallow heart racing Paralyzed Wrapped in fear pulse rate High And you just smile Keep walking toward me In that moment my mind Slips away A split fracture Separating mind from body And as words are spoken Flash …
Just A Story
It’s my story A life learning curve Bend and twist A trip up Occasional fuck up but never a loss A lesson to apply If not - step back rewind Repeat Repeat Until that oh yeah, a-ha gut punch Yes right, right I get it I get it Own it Wrap it in the highest …
Wooden Floor
Sunday morning powers out rain hits the windowpane in that way; that way that reaches deep, gut level memory lane emotional kick A familiar angst; familiar imagery blindsided mind over matter punch, a trigger, time-wind slap back crank You’re nothing more than a shadow cast across the table; a marionette of fate and foe, as …
Drum Beat on the Table
Walking the shoreline winter winds toss sea foam into the air - (Yes I digress) a familiar tag line used so often, the past collides with the present - life and all of its ups and downs and glory. Glory, its intentions; seriously not lost on me. ...and as if on autopilot (yet another cliché) …
Heart and Heart
Eyes close take a deep breath deep breath through the nose slow inhale never letting go never letting go filling the lungs filling the emptiness in hallowed walls muted color soaked sanitized lack of smell lack of individuality lack of who I am color soaked sanitized Form A form B circle one cross out one …
Vodka Tonic
Ice cubes in a glass Tito's poured slowly tonic two fingers from the top slice of lime juice rubbed around the rim walk outside feel the ocean breeze and drift away we sit across a small table from one another candle light spins time into a void you look at me eyes still sky blue …
Trilby Yates 