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…
I stood in sand let the cold sea water wash over my feet an ache in my chest rushas images of you and me danced above bitter sweet looking beyond the jetty I could see sailboats bending to the wind and as seagulls fly by I am envious of their freedomswhile musings the absenceof a …
Morning sun rises in the east; pinks and golden light gently wash over sand and sea, leaves fall, drops of dew glistening with song, sea grass bend with ease.I close my eyes feeling warmth on my skin. Safely I sway. Branches reaching bare boned fingers of Father Time wisdom pointing to a euphoric sensation touching …
Salt water washes over me The first swim in the Atlantic Feels like god reaching into my soul Separating it from my egoLetting go of the discomfort - deep breath My heart involuntarily skips a beat Stones thrown across a low tide poolThe ripples vibrate within each bounceFull of passion and angst - distant shores …
Old man sits with his back to the wallA clear view of his surroundings; doors, windows There is nothing left up to chance not even ghosts from his pastBlack crow's cage hangs from a hook in the ceilingAnd when the wind whistles it sends a chill across the marsh One doesn't have to wonder or …
Wind blows across ocean The Atlantic roars Carrying a scent Of salt and recovery Sand beneath my feet, Your hand in mine As we walk the shoreline Finding seashells, An array of color - texture Sea glass; green, blue, Yellow, opaque white Placed in a jar to hold Our newly made memories Heart filled keepsakes …
She moves through everything, tangible or not with light and air uplifting anticipation; which isn't a sin unless you live there Pages turned with care not to disturb the intent or thought; a sacred sanctuary and her heart aches, but letting go is a gift - time honored Silver box unlocked old watches won't rewind …
It’s my story A life learning curve Bend and twist A trip up Occasional fuck up but never a loss A lesson to apply If not - step back rewind Repeat Repeat Until that oh yeah, a-ha gut punch Yes right, right I get it I get it Own it Wrap it in the highest …
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) …
Nature does not come to me naturally It does not draw me in and enchant me Mesmerizing dancing fantasies It does not set my inner child free Holding the fear close - irrational push pull The child holds it close occasionally letting it go Nature does not entice my lioness spirit to roar Or prompt …
Trilby Yates 