Geographically Undesirable

The rain is falling
wind is singing songs
beyond the dunes
Dark clouds form overhead 
and the waves have 
kicked up a notch;
perfect back drop 
for a romantic at heart
pinned with dedication 
to my worn out sleeve
I walk barefoot in the tide
emotion and passion
rush in pulling at my vulnerabilities 
But don't get me wrong 
I'm not complaining,
or ready to bag the ideology 
Naivete pure and innocent 
somewhere out there 
beyond the horizon, 
beyond the geographically 
...undesirable tag -
Burning sage 
and lighting candles
dancing under a full moon
Whispers vibrate hidden stories;
secrets shared but never told
And I continue blind faith
and wounded glory
not for the weary or fainthearted,
that somewhere out there
value isn't measured in miles
and sparks will fly outside the radius
imaginary lines drawn in the sand
Somewhere out there 
beyond the horizon, 
beyond the geographically 
...undesirable tag -


© 2014 TrilbyYates 

Will Never Know

Stress level up 
hits a high 
not even time 
to peak 
from beneath 
the end zone 
of what 
has yet to come 
when all else fails 
there is no way 
out 
but 
to pull the 
cord 
on an empty 
parachute 
while silver 
spoons 
line lip stick 
shades drawn 
childlike images 
willow branches 
bending
quiet summer 
breeze 
wisps of clouds 
covered smoke 
cinder blocks 
fall 
to the point 
of absurdity 
and tho 
the mind 
has slowed 
and often 
skips a beat 
from time 
to off time 
in those profound 
instances 
when nothing is known 
and everything else 
is  sheer 
propaganda 
Photoshop splits 
the facts 
reality is less and less 
a common thread 
from living life 
to walking a fine 
line 
of faith and understanding 
what you did
what someone told
And as the Tower of Babble 
wags 
another tale
take me 
down paths
of "milk and honey"
with the promise
silk linens thread 
count 
grains of sand 
slipping passionately
through my fingers
lovers seldom bought 
and never grow old 
my hands begin to tremble
and I am aware once again
... of what I will never know...


© 2013 Trilby

Grand Gesture

Grand gesture 
from high above 
fine line 
crossed
 by the 
remaining faithful 
and I continue 
to fall short 
of expectation 
when there 
is no place 
to land...

...float away on a cloud of perception 
rejoice in the abstract reflection 
I''ll lose not a night of sleep 
and pause at the mere rejection 
of your love ~ 

© 2013 Trilby

The Day After St. Paddy's Day

Flawed Tapestry

Silence wraps around me
a blanket of blushed tones
silky white to touch
tints of gray
speckled from edge to edge
never knowing
if I am coming or going
questioning - have I been here all along
and there is a sense of harshness
in the thoughts that wash over me
my faith is an absence of color
as sepia images of Mary and the baby boy
fade away - drifting with a tide of innocence
that now alludes me to the core
I have grown weary
suspect of my surroundings
laughter comes at a price
and there is a dagger to my heart
as a finger to lips - hush sweet sounds of joy
silver in the lining of flat clouds
float by - carried on a sea breeze
traces of what I once knew to be true
this I know no more
and yes mourning doves coo
reminiscent of gentler times
penetrate the cloak that once protected
now smother daydreams of you and me
stray beams of sunlight
pierce a flawed tapestry
I’ve come to call my life

© 2012 Trilby

Heat Wave July 2011

Jetty Walk ~ Summer 2011 (SC & AM)

Heat Wave

Steamy sweltering
take a deep breath
air is thick and warm...

Summer sun
cloaked in a haze
shades of pale blue
feathered sky wispy clouds
wrap around finger tips
gentle hands dripping
in the scent of coconut oil

Floating carefree muffled sounds
a mellow song serenade
carried within a slight breeze
while dancing in the streets
keeps the beat
R&B lives on…

© 2011 Trilby Yates

Rainy Days of Fall...

Looming above
Reminiscent of a frown
Slowly forming on the brow
Of an angry God
Rain streams down
On a Universe that has questions
Always wondering why
Weeping Seraphs
Can’t find the appropriate answers
To send those on the edge
Of Faith
Thunder claps
Continuous applause
Waiting…
For the moment of an ovation or
Request for an encore…
Wrapped in blankets from the past
A cozy place to spend a day
Recalling smiles
Lovemaking…
When the world seemed so gray
We would find comfort in the drama
Safe in one another’s arms
Enjoying the show in a self created Heaven
A place that lingers on and on
While I sip my coffee sitting on the window sill
Watching the world spin by
Angel’s tears flow like a fine wine
Into crystal glasses that mesmerize
Each sip turns the world into a gradual blur
Helping…make sense of nothing…

© 2008 Pamela Yates