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) …
Tag: memory
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 …
Window To The Soul
You would say...the hardest thing to do is a self portrait...keeping ego at bay...capturing the moment, the emotion without pretense, without the "say cheese" factor, candid...the eyes are the windows to the soul, the camera just preserves a moment. Winter winds blow and your voice like a whisper is carried by a memory of a …
Blank Slate #2
Deep breath, deep painfully deep - I inhale, count 1,2,3,4,5...5,5,5 chest aches holding more than oxygen in; exhale blowing out nothing more than possibilities for a better day, a bettter sense of wellness, a suitcase full of angst Memories are tiny clips, images wrapped within emotional set backs, images - a glimpse of things never …
She
A rush, adrenaline high - his hands shake walking away back stab left over son of a bitch silence engulfs the space on the floor, simplistic empty hole in the wall; questions follow and wounds never heal they go underground waiting for another day to step out and sabotage what tiny thread of hope that …
Train Ride
Long train ride NYC to CT eyes close images sharpen and the senses seem unusually high and maybe it was the way you kissed me or the way your hand was gently placed in the lowest part of my back pulling me close swaying to the music dancing has never felt so seductive brushing my …
Old Man
Old man's whiskey soaked voice crackles sparks explode translucent color drenched skies Blues man juke joint a few steps from the past reflect back dancing hands held high fingers snapping deja vu sweet drifting Westminster shuffle bump and grind heart's beat keeping time same swagger tilt of his head continues to mesmerize... © 2016 Trilby …
Our Worlds Collided
This time of the year comes around sails full and heart strings pull ....which way do I lean A hard wind blows and I still don't know how to live this life ...in the darkness Candle light seeps through veins of hope and the night dances on and on off in the distance a familiar …
Trilby Yates 