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…
For a momentA split second snapA commonalityA drift - a mutual send off One foot in front of the other Sayonara amigos mantra There are songs...how wide the river is Your presence touched me so deeplyI almost drownedI'm still gasping for air I weep as I walk Low tide Hudson River highThe sound of the …
Walking out knee deep Fluid reflections glimmer Walking out shifting sandbar Low tide is a slow rise The moon sits stoically On a fine line drawn Across the horizon And I can only imagine What is beyond the curve Of this narcissistic planet - Earth Or the destination of shooting stars First hand knowledge burn …
I recall the wonderful dreams you had the way they put a smile on your face the way life used to take you by storm ...but never caught you off guard Now and then I come to terms with all that we once had and all that we could not hold onto As hard as …
Seems like only yesterday the sky was a turquoise shade of blue babies breath and fall surrounded us. We raised our children together coffee clutch at the local diner; Mom's on a break... the gift of gab and so much more the wind was blowing strong As love was falling from our grasp husbands and …
Purple Crocus ~ Spring 2011 ~ Fairfield CT Winter winds blow past Sweet serenade Leaving sentimental traces Of lavender, lace Ribbons tie together… All that was precious Held gingerly In the sanction Of our potential ~ Spring sashays in Sweet Serenade With the freshness Of beginnings, While endings Traipse off Leaving a lasting scent… Familiar …
Trilby Yates 