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…
An occasional flash - lightening rod memories With a touch of blue/red blood dipping From my sleeve to the wood planked floorA reminder that this girl is not immune to heartache Flowers fill the spaces with the scent of lavender and lily of the valley Sprinkled throughout my hair with a crown of baby's breathAs …
Walking the shoreline winter winds toss sea foam into the air - (Yes I digress) a familiar tag line used so often, the past collides with the present - life and all of its ups and downs and glory. Glory, its intentions; seriously not lost on me. ...and as if on autopilot (yet another cliché) …
Self portrait Warm breeze and sunshine off in the distance is a sound so familiar it makes me weep whispers I love you and sighs of contentment leave me wandering in rooms from the past the day to day never dull or mundane the scent of you remains... I wear your shirt arms wrapped around …
Trilby Yates 