Exhale

Exhale….
slow release
thoughts jump the rope
skip to simple complex closure of the mind
leave the day on a slow train
like a boat to China
no direction
short of misgivings or concern
fast track
take my hand
leading the way
fork in the road
wind blows
from the north shore
leaving less than what is anticipated
when expectations are already at a low
subtle smile lingers on… 

© 2015 TrilbyYates

Magic 8 Ball

Love is a blank 
sheet of paper,
a black hole;
shooting stars 
veer off 
into the darkness 
when there is 
- nothing...
Love is a genie 
in a bottle
with no way 
to escape,
at the mercy
of its master
...It is the closest thing 
to the magnificent 
Magic 8 Ball,
revealing all 
without being smashed
into tiny pieces;
black ink and words
meaningless puddle
spill across the floor 
Love is complex
in its simplicity
...the waxing and waning 
of the moon,
the shift 
from left to right,
or sway 
from side to side
Love rides the tide,
it skips a beat
and loses nothing
when it moves on;
has no advice
or words of solace
as it slips away
without the slightest
sense of abandon
Only a joy 
to have known you ~

© 2014 TrilbyYates 

April Fools Day 2012

Anticipation

Love here or there
fine lines filled with brilliance
a hint of hope and shades of blue
for added ambiance
and when the wind blows
whistling through the dunes
on a cool subdued night
somewhere off in the distant fog
words slip from passionate lips
with only the slightest sense
of tomorrows regret
hovering above like a storming cloud
ready to erupt with stories never told
or a coin smoldering in your pocket
patiently waiting to flip from heads to tails
winners and losers chuckle with delight
anticipation is a loaded gun ~

© 2012 Trilby