We walk the streets; A new city under our feet A sense of awe, this is our home - deep breath sigh... With child-like delight We capture neighborhood images You hold my hand, eyes wide, face-masks on We now know what we didn't Welcoming our new surroundings; Back yard Lady Liberty, NYC skyline Mind …
Tag: sadness
Reluctantly Let Go
My very own life shifting drift off, Time capsules of sort, placed into boxes The past wrapped in paper, carefully taped With black magic marker lettering; Fragile, fine china, kitchen etc. Every move has a purpose - an intention - I recall thinking, nothing is by chance, nothing is a coincidence Good, bad or indifferent …
Significance Of Time
Keepsakes found tucked away somewhere In-between the pages of my past Held lovingly in the arms Of worn bindings and bookcases Dust flies defensively Almost as a way of protection From the invasion of my Seeking hands and eyes The reclusive nature of a "fade-away" Forgotten notes found and remembered In a twist of time …
Big Brother
I was dreaming, sleepy comfort zone Walking with my big brother Familiar streets a memory of our time together A sensation wisps of joy of safety of family His smile beaming my pride worn like a badge of honor Beaming like a light into the future A beacon in the night guidance rough seas ahead …
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 …
Wounded
Black and white Polaroid Cracked and yellowed hazy soft Almost saintly images float A past that reflects tunnel vision Hells gate only hope for salvation Only hope for a warm way out A stepping off cutting it short train track Silver bullet high dive from New York’s most revered Deep and dark the pain of …
Sunrise Rush
There is something about the early morning light the way is bounces and throws patterns lacy images shadowy dancing lovers reminders of times and moments held so dear my chest aches held without reason or clarity purity of the senses and every song that ever mattered in my adolescence playing on an auto rewind flip …
Into The Blue
Sun down, moon rise; sleep comes with a price And as I drift off reluctantly; I am captivated Imagery shifts black and white to color Shadows and night-life illuminate as candles glow Sweet music shifts and shuffles with ease I move from my comfort zone cautiously; ...Even dreams can not escape morals or shame We …
Pull the Trigger
Yea, I can't quite shake the dreams that haunt me those images that play out slowly drag on black and white as if from another time another sliver between now and then a wedge between the past and the present moving forward is a monumental task and I'm spent man worn to the bone sitting …
Trilby Yates 