Starting over 100 nights no sleep for the restless when the weight of my entire life is packed up in card board boxes duct taped and labeled slipping into a comma of lost and found delirium is a slow buzz hang over quietly scanning empty rooms remains less and less of a thrill there isn't …
Tag: perception
Shifting Sand
Looking out beyond the reef beyond the minds bend toward the horizon imaginations play sweet harmonious lullabies of days gone by and the best are yet to come somewhere out there tides will rise shifting sand carry footprints out to sea memories a gentle reminder that we are merely mortal after all end of the …
What’s Missing…
"....it doesn't always have to be this way..." Little voice inside my head sings a song low key off beat far left of anywhere slipping from addiction to obsession no matter what rolls in or out with the tide early morning light shines ever so brightly and the truth remains silent lovers tiptoe past an …
Mulling It Over
The sound of footsteps shuffle by slow drag on the left side some memories linger like a full kiss soft lips boy sitting under a full moon church yard by the lake Parisian night smell of canvas and oils - chalk images outline nude figures hands of romance radiant eyes your touch was all I …
Self
Flickering flash light sparkling florescent glitter weaving shadowy reflections and sounds vibrating - Imagine: tiny poetic dancers movements fluttering on stucco walls texture rubs the senses with twirling drips of a grand illusion fan fare and flags waving... with no peaceful conclusion - Yet the heart continues to pose question after question without clarity - the …
Bended Knee
Walking a path that is unfamiliar Kicking stones at the crossroad and the Crucifix faces places unknown with Hands outstretched pointing the way And while it never touches me Each step wanders further from That sanctuary for poets and martyrs known And the questions of evolution and faith collide With smoke of incense lace pattern’s …
First Yawn
First yawn of summer A slight breeze The air is warm and cloaked In an early morning walk I hear the surround sound Of a bird’s song As insects dance above Blades of silky green Threads spider webs Weave across the lawn While flowers tire of being in full bloom After spring’s burst of joie …
Grand Gesture
Grand gesture from high above fine line crossed by the remaining faithful and I continue to fall short of expectation when there is no place to land... ...float away on a cloud of perception rejoice in the abstract reflection I''ll lose not a night of sleep and pause at the mere rejection of your love …
Trilby Yates 