Snow falls covering the river and for a moment as hours pass endless imagery for the weary a respite a touch of awe and delight the beauty reaches deep into my chest encompassing it a gentle massage to the heart keeping the beat rhythm-atic so not to grow cold - from the inside out the …
Tag: Ocean
if i could i would part 3
...if i could i would take a train metro north, GCS grab a cab 14th w39th street ferry terminal step on board - 2nd stop hobo call lyft, palisades ave kiss the 1st boy that opens the door kiss the 2nd boy sitting on the steps i'd never forget you, but my memories wouldn't be …
Quarantine Day 212
Maybe it was the glimmer of something gentle Coming into view that pushed me to my knees Imagining the touch of a kitten's paw on my cheek No rosary falling to the floor Dust collecting beads hanging from my bedpost ...shifting gears from sensation to visual Or maybe the sighting of a shooting star that …
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 …
Panama Sunrise
My love of sea and sail vast sky ocean wide Yet I fear a full moon cycle tide high rise Tide falls low sand bar run aground Claustrophobic angst contradicts the obvious Looking out beyond the beyond no land insight And I feel small minuscule the context of the endlessness that is before me I …
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 …
Pressed Against My Soul
Deep sleep dreams slip from an image to a place Lost in time travel, yet it all makes sense Moment to moment, breath to breathless, deepest solitude Once I climbed a mountain high, stood at the summit Reached up, stretched finger tips and grabbed the sun The only burn I felt was my ego 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) …
Weekend
It's the weekend...end of the week beginning of the week long and short of it makes no sense beginnings or endings they all fall into neat little boxes with a top and a bottom a piece of cloud like fluff inside gently placed each emotion carefully tucked in, the corners soundly folded under the top …
Trilby Yates 