Mother Nature Is Kind

Tree branches bend 
and shuffle 
an old soft shoe 
saw dust on the floor scat 
to the seductive blow 
of the wind 
the strength and force 
of Mother Nature 
the female mother 
Queen of Rag 
Queen Bee 
stings like a bitch 
stings with venom 
and a cure to sooth
the wretched soul
a force to reckon with 
a force female in nature 
female unshakable force 
softness rests around her eyes 
the creases are love and light 
not to be mistaken 
for innocence or naivete 
but a genuine openness 
warmth to touch 
to settle into
to rest in arms and heart 
wide accepting unquestionable devotion  
no time for judgement 
no time to put salt in the wound
no time to wound the wounded

The tree branches bend 
and shuffle
old soft shoe 
saw dust on the floor scat
to the seductive blow
of the wind
- Mother Nature is kind.

© 2015 TrilbyYates 

Death

Some people say to me 
With good intentions
Possible discomfort
- or lack of experience
It's time to move forward
Start living your life
Reminding me repeatedly
I am no longer married to you
I am no longer your wife
Hold your head up sweet darling
You don't need to cry - anymore
...that is not what he would have wanted 
That is not what his death was for...
Sadly he lost his right to want anything 
When he left this place of existence
That night he took not only his last breath 
But my path of least resistance 
Leaving behind a blue vase 
A dozen beautiful white roses 
That crashed without warning 
Tiny irreplaceable pieces onto the floor
A love note of forever and forever 
 - and then never more
There is no subtle way to share or explain
And as I have said before - there is no time limit
On grieving or the depth of the pain
The process of moving from here to there
To know the finality of death - if ever
Nothing ever feels right
Nothing ever seems fair
And once that gut wrenching poison 
Seeped deep into my heart 
And took hold - there was no time
...and truth be told
It eventually became the norm - 
It has found its safe haven
it has found its home
It wakes me in the middle of the night
Stealing away any sense of peace 
A prisoner of my own confine
A battle within - a battle I continue to fight
A sweet reverie only to be replaced
By childhood demons that move so slowly
The demons we battled and put to rest 
So many years ago
The vivid colors and visuals 
Of that moment in time
...one night seven years ago 
There is no sensible reason  
They have not faded they remain sublime
Yesterday is not just a memory 
It has become a way of life
And maybe that is all part of some empirical plan
Giving us a story we can hold onto 
- to breathe easy when there is no rhyme
To engage that perfect fit 
- the perfection in our own disguise ...
The balance between 
All the good and all the bad 
Life experiences the happy 
- and the sad
To share the joke 
That is on you/me with someone
Who will not judge
The error of our ways
Or the fear of being abandoned 
 - and always feeling safe
Without having to say a word 
A simple look deep into each others eyes
Knowing nothing 
Should be taken for granted
...a heartfelt word to the wise
Truly knowing everything will be fine
And you and I knew it all too well
We just didn't know the length - of our time line...

© 2014 TrilbyYates

Rose Colored Shades

Sometimes I wonder 
what could have 
and shouldn't have been 
If we were what we intended 
would some consider 
it a morally deviant sin?
Seductively stepping off of this 
highly sanctioned ground 
taking a second non-connected look 
never turning completely around
to see the difference
between you, me and them
There is nothing left to do
and less than little to say
Acutely aware how things 
will begin to change 
when everyone's comfort zone 
edges begin to fray 
I'll continue to look at you 
wearing rose colored shades
There isn't anything 
anyone can say
There isn't a road map 
leading me in or out
getting lost is my forte 
I'll sleep between 
dusk and dawn 
remaining hidden in the grey
And when the sun starts to rise 
I'm better off hanging 
in the distance 
then I will rest my eyes
There is nothing left to do
and less than little to say
And I know things will begin to change 
when everyone's comfort zone 
edges begin to fray 
I'll continue to look at you 
wearing rose colored shades

© 2014 TrilbyYates

Déjà vu Love Affair

You kissed me first,
I remember it well,
laughter fills the air 
you flash that Sandbar grin
memories dock side 
keep flaunting happiness 
as if it were something 
attainable 
sustainable
not fleeting 
or a mere moment 
of joy 
from the past 
your eyes meeting mine
not the first time
déjà vu
quick glance
second chance 
my first Martini
Ohio nights
airline flights
and oh yes
fancy car
baked brie
you and me
we were always on
borrowed time 
some might judge 
harshly  
but the punishment 
would never 
fit the crime 
when something 
magical happens 
between two people
there is no reason
there is no rhyme  
it just is what it is 
a Blessing in disguise 
the push of the Universe
with all its pure intention
nothing is accidental
phases of life 
the twists and turns 
the process comes 
full circle 
with love and no concerns

...when I dream of misty nights 
with sails in the wind
waves begin to swell
a smile to my lips...

...that first kiss I knew it well

© 2013 Trilby

What's Missing...

"....it doesn't always have to be this way..."

Little voice inside my head
sings a song low key 
off beat far left of anywhere
slipping from addiction 
to obsession
no matter what rolls 
in or out with the tide
early morning light
shines ever so brightly
and the truth remains 
silent lovers tiptoe 
past an open shade 
never throwing shadows 
on black granite of your grave
tranquil vibrations of an open vein 
desire can dismantle 
better judgement 
left for another day
defenses up 
when times get twisted 
and decision can't be made...

I continue to question, what's missing...?