My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Time changes yet daylight's dance Always begins in the east regardlessAnd love doesn't always progress The way one daydreams Rosary beads held tenderly in hands That question the power of prayerMeditating on the mantra That hope...actually does floatWe watch the world imploding in real timePandemic living is the new norm Cowardice has a grand life …
October blows in like a wounded animal screaming profanities of pain and discomfortand I'm under the covers, a frightened child with my own wounded psyche lost in the sound of the wind whispering the Hail Mary, Hail Mary, full of grace full of grace, Our Father who...full of grace, the Lord is with thee Our …
Late night steam roller street lights shimmer and all I can hope for is an uneventful return to my home safe haven middle of the bed sleepless nights I've lost the power of prayer uneasy borderline reckless and I can't guarantee the right path is the one to take choices made promises unspoken holding wounds close …
I wear a kimono drink Tito’s with Topo Chico and lime Cry when too many questions are asked No malice “...wanting to get to know you...” Look around reminders soft whispers Catch me off guard my chest aches You are gone but I know you are here Seems I can’t or won’t let go Been …
Out stretched finger tips pleading in the darkest night somethings seem distant out of reach; do I ask for too much? Shuffle and flip of the Tarot cards all possibilities are put into mystical perspective the devil plays games with no one! Soul to soul wounded dove tiny petals fall from high above and whispers …
Darkest of the night when spoken simple words ...my love the light lands perfectly You have the face of an angel Saving grace and all that we were taught in stained glass cathedrals Ceilings reaching out grabbing hold of the heavens with windows that bleed Holiest of waters pouring onto the faithless Color soothes the soul for sinners and not …
Walking on shallow water Out in a deep blue sea Sweeping transparent views Earth and all its brilliance A distant shining light For the lost and lonely Draped in silk spun cloth Spun the way tales are Carefully weaved Tight intricate knots The High and Mighty Swirling poignant scent Of blessed incense Permeating the air …
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 …
Baby's breath tiny petals white love drips down weary cheeks yellow and red lights glimmer in the dark sterile halls Hippocratic Oath prevails shifting tides turn thoughts lack of conviction comes into question whispered words of God and Mary secret prayers said in silence bended knee head bowed to the almighty beads slip through fingers …
Trilby Yates 