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…
Summer time blues drift off as fall rattles its cageThe wind is blowing a gut punch across the sky; with the hopes of some spontaneous recognition Fourth floor apartment to the left; stereo cranked up torches everyone in ear shot...a minimum ten block radiusA memory tapping melody that drifts;lifting the air to an all encompassing …
Engulfed in images and memories;times we shared - and there were so manyYears of our hit and miss love affair; joy, tears, love and passion - confusion...And I did love you - maybe I still do on some empirical planeSummer lovers east coast sand and sea,with streets of Paris as a backdrop;always lingering hovering above …
Summer sanctuary quarantined haven, without any sense of what day of the week it is And just as everything begins to blur; one day, occasionally playfully, running into the next, a shift in the cosmos sets my thoughts into a fragmented stream of color - a heavenly spiral upward There's a history, a commonality; cyber-space …
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 …
Ice cubes in a glass Tito's poured slowly tonic two fingers from the top slice of lime juice rubbed around the rim walk outside feel the ocean breeze and drift away we sit across a small table from one another candle light spins time into a void you look at me eyes still sky blue …
I listen compassionately to young poets; exposing their soul with naïveté unobstructed passion struggling to keep their words and truth pure, clear, coherent; and I think to myself, silent within my own insecurities, my own private courtroom - judge and jury, these are the facts, objection, overruled...I recall my own journey; my own learning curve. …
Quiet nights slow slumber restless heart beats without intent You place your head on my chest as I brush the hair from your eyes I can feel your wondering thoughts with questions deep Penetrating my soul with anticipation and sorrow for all that you are yet to experience And what this life has handed us …
Walking out knee deep Fluid reflections glimmer Walking out shifting sandbar Low tide is a slow rise The moon sits stoically On a fine line drawn Across the horizon And I can only imagine What is beyond the curve Of this narcissistic planet - Earth Or the destination of shooting stars First hand knowledge burn …
Hot steamy summer day...not a cloud in the sky; brilliant blue dome of color - a slight breeze floats by on the up beat of a song dancing through the air; off in the distance sailboats lean, lean, lean stretching canvas and rails dip in the salty sea - flashback summer sweat dripping kisses...glorious sight …
Trilby Yates 