On this day I sit in the quiet, meditate on the sound Of my own breathing; aware of the rise and fall of my chest The way my heartbeats and slows down as I drift away I reflect and I vow not to deny events or the people That tore at the fabric of who …
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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 …
Hope Is Love
The future, a myriad of bright lights Shimmering within a golden glow Hints of fuchsia, cherry and all its many versions; Garnet, crimson, scarlet and lipstick red Green the color of hope, rebirth, renewal, The learning curve; an archway of love and loss; "Strength and support, lightness and openness within density, thresholds into liminal space" …
Days To Come
There is a whisper in the wind Landing gently on our dreams - of peace A life full of hope and love Entwined with our past and theirs A silk ribbon weaving together All that we have come to know Nothing can be denied when the heart opens, Clearing a place for a future full …
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 …
It’s Alright
Sometimes... it feels like I live in a parallel universe Perception bent and twisted perception skewed But it's alright not sure what else to say... When I turned around you were holding your hands up waving a white flag total surrender looking at me with a blank expression and I had to look away But …
Sweet Serenade
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 