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…
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 …
Fraunces Tavern drinks and chatter atmosphere is a high rush of almost normal two year pandemic restrictions loosening masks on or off ID and vaxx card we share stories and laughs she said I remind her of Patti Smith my ego leaped out of my chest into the atmosphere starry Manhattan nightcell phone vibrates text …
...and the question rises; my heart sinks Into the deep blue in his eyesOur song hums in the background; He touches my left hand...questionMy chest stirs but love hasn't filled the hairline fractures Or smoothed the ragged edgesIs love a possibility? The hands of the clock Continue to circle I have no answers, no quick …
He whispers something or other as if magically my heart will open to things forgotten and with each word stirs memories better left in a pine box six feet under and wisdom is more or less a forgiveness of past sins I wrap myself in a silk kimono and slip back into his arms where …
I saw myself standing on a cloud white and billowy tender to the toucharms outstretch finger tips sparks flying my heart moved to the left and I stepped off into a heavenly abyss pulling from a remote part of my memory images of you and me ...moments in a nano second time warp split that …
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 …
A sigh, a deep breath in, hold, hold, hold; blow, blow Another sigh this time I'll give it a name It will become an honored daily tradition A sigh, a name, deep breath, blow - Relief These days I walk into the wind I catch snowflakes on my tongue I'm in awe of the community …
Fair winds following seas shouted from the deck and I do another lap around the proverbial widows walk Although these days it isn't so much a part of the grieving process as it is a reflection of my own personal ups and downs ...and it is a safe place to burn Time has no sense …
I sleep wrapped in a cloak of ambivalence; yet hopeful and dreams feel more like wakeful moments that play out in the dark of night eyes closed vibrant visuals engaging all of my senses they are heightened floating in a safety zone a place that appears surreal I can feel his heartbeat against the palm …
Trilby Yates 