A Generation Of Fuck Ups

We may be of
A different blood line
We are sister friends
Of a similar kind
And as far as 
Fuck ups go
On a scale 
Of one to ten 
We are an odd 
Yet profound eleven 
...and while you 
Laugh at me 
We both know 
I bring a smile
To your mouth
And nothing else 
Truly matters
Our world 
Seems to be 
...a flat disc 
That has been
Shot bulls eye
Into another level 
An organic sphere
...at times
Dark hole 
Transparency 
Glistening light  
Penetrates 
With a pure abundance 
Of beauty
Blinded by
Our own delight
You glance away 
Eye contact 
...is painful 
Fear they can see 
Into your soul 
Truth be held high 
Truth be told 
Glimmering images
Reflect and shine
Close your eyes 
I will open mine
The thoughts 
You think 
...I can hear
Volumes of silence
There is a link
They hold a power 
And a strength 
So we will blow out the candles
Turn the music down low
We will dance...and sing
Hips swaying 
From side to side 
Fingers snap 
In the abstract
Lost in the absence 
Of logic or sound
We have no reason
To hoover or hide
We are Women
A Generation Of Fuck Ups 
And we wear our title 
With gallantry and pride!

© 2015 TrilbyYates 

Dancing Naked In The Moonlight

One in the same
Uniquely similar
Uncomfortably familiar
Moving full circle 
Like it or not 
It is what it is
Who's who 
And what's what 
Narcissistic dialogue
One of a kind
Feedback loops around
Choking some
Freeing others
Find your niche baby
Hip Hop Bobbysoxer
Bohemian
Beat Generation
Hobo Banshee
Hippie 
Hipster
Generation X or Y 
Shacking up
Hanging out
Free love
Friends with benefits
Friends of friends
Acquaintance
Strangers
One night stand
Hit and run
Blind date 
Hooking up 

What the fuck
All I know is
I'm lost without you...

So here we are
Comparing notes
Black outs
Memory lapse
Morning after 
Some regrets
Holding back
Never say never
No means no
Passive aggressive
Tinder box
Playing with fire
Cradle robber
Erroneous zone
Giving in 
Letting go
Reckless abandon
Counting backward
Keeping score
Fantasy land
Passion pit
Up against a wall...
Recalling it all
Smile wide
Run and hide
Fight or flight
Deny, deny, deny

Dancing naked in the moonlight...

© 2014 TrilbyYates 

A Boy Named Sawyer

We were love 
from long ago 
hearts melt 
and mend 
we grew together 
apart 
love divine
creating
a branch 
on the tree of life 
she is yours 
and mine 
her own 
strong and beautiful 
the essence 
powerful female 
capturing me 
from first breath, 
first touch 
of lips to breast, 
her smile 
reflecting 
generations past
my mother's eyes
your father's frown
from you and me 
to her and he 
another branch sprouts
the first signs
of spring 
magnificent flutter
of an angel's wings
we welcome
a boy named Sawyer 

© 2013 Trilby

Ode To... July 2011

Howard Buzzutto (father) & Dorothy Buzzutto (daughter) 1950

Dorothy Buzzutto (1960)

Ode To Dorothy

Ode to the woman
that carried my name
that carried the ties that bind
if truth be told
the gentler times
are all that matter today
a day that time dissipates
into tears of joy
and memories reflect
tints of glorious color
while the sharpness
blurs into muted shades of gray
Ode to the woman
that held my heart with gentle hands
but never long enough
Ode to the wounded dove
that flies above
with curls and pearls
a fragile child’s dream

Ode to letting go,
to the natural flow
wisdom passed
from generation
to generation
babies growing stronger
and brighter

Ode to the woman, my mother
…to Dorothy

© 2011 Trilby Yates