Je vous aime shouted across the bow wind blowing more knots than I've ever sailed and lands just left of the center of my chest and I knew in that moment there was more to feeling love... Words are my anchor © 2022 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.
Tag: poetry
Love In-between
Oh there you are again making your grand entranceMadame X waltzing in like an Olympic skater on ice - glideOr maybe this time my own personal serial killer Disguised as stability; slashing anything that brings me to that moment - yet fleeting - of knowing the coast is clear When I can remove the layers …
Destiny
He writes about birds flying over the marsh looking for prey A broad wing hawk soaring near the tiny airport that sits high in the middle of the island It is a divine messenger, you are protected Northern sea fowl diving in chilled waves Seals resting on rocks; a pure sense of nature, God and …
An Irishman
A fog drifts from The Cliffs of Moher Blanketing the land with a mist - a mysterious allure So green and lush velvet-esk; - imaginary touch A sight that can only be seen from high above And when the spoken word of storytellers, poets and such, - mesmerizing imaginations Wizardry; the enchantment of leprechauns Myth …
Summer Of 72′
Long walks through New England woods Backyard cemeteries once the rage - Unrecognizable family names; epitaph in stone Cloaked by a ceiling of muted color ...it seems nothing is the same this year *sigh* Orange, red, gold pierced by non-discriminate Rays of sunlight for viewing - pleasure and delight Stone walls randomly appear; comfort zone …
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I haven't written haven't had words in the light of day come together harsh light spot light maybe because its a lie or half truth and the cosmos knows or some greater entity has a hook line and sinker on me my insincerity it's like a spot light a spot light harsh and unforgiving and …
Ageless
I listen compassionately to young poets; exposing their soul with naïveté unobstructed passion struggling to keep their words and truth pure, clear, coherent; and I think to myself, silent within my own insecurities, my own private courtroom - judge and jury, these are the facts, objection, overruled...I recall my own journey; my own learning curve. …
Death Of A Female Poet
Slipping away Into a sweet space Reverie peace maker Holds my hand Feather bed comfort Safe haven soothsayer Fluffy white pillows Lavender and lace Lulling me into A deep sleep Dreams in sepia Hints of color - and a spray Of black and white Vintage montage In the powerful Atlantic air I am standing high …
Word Flow Vice
There is a sense of dread lingering deep dark longing wrapped tightly suffocating to the point of paralysis I do not pause or hesitate Fear is not a driving force Narcissistic identity bender, insanity root of inspiration, and subconscious driving force ...maybe I have my words, my pen and paper; sword of sorts And when …
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