Self

Flickering flash light 
sparkling florescent glitter 
weaving shadowy reflections 
and sounds vibrating  - 

Imagine: tiny poetic dancers  
movements fluttering on stucco walls 
texture rubs the senses with twirling 
drips of a grand illusion 
fan fare and flags waving...
with no peaceful conclusion -

Yet the heart continues to pose 
question after question 
without clarity - the illusive peace of mind 
the illusive state of being 
in alignment with ones Self - or another-s...Self 

The solidarity of peace and being
continually alludes someone like me 
with fear of the faithless cautionary guide
skipping stones across a vast ocean
from here to there a safe haven ... is too far to see

Reflection is an action
examining all the pages 
our own personal story book -
like pop up characters 
they willingly unfold
page one, two so on...and on and on
we reluctantly savor a perspective look...
While some images are  to difficult to hold
or look squarely head on...eyes close

Drawing on the powers that be
drawing on some ancestral Euro strength 
a Pandora's box within you and me
drawing on rumored reputation 
east coast tough guy fact
lands solidly scuffed knees
hands of a beggar ...fingers entwined Gods final act

Pulling images and memories 
are bricks in the foundation
the foundation of ones own being
Self...posing the questions, 
holding the answers
revealing more 
always concealing less
casting light into the darkness
un-ringing the proverbial bell
changing the lines drawn in the sand 
a distant voice 
speaking clearly 
decoded words of knowledge
a fine line between fate 
and freedom of choice

...freedom of choice 

© 2014 TrilbyYates

 

Dophins Fly

Melodious breeze blows
across the shore line
a song from long ago
whistles in the wind
Harp player glides
passed
sand filled shoes
staring into tomorrow
crystal ball floats by
far away
Block Island
hidden treasures
200 and counting
lost and found
seashells fall
from high above
seagulls soar
you lean into me
while the Captain
shouts ...coming about
far winds and following seas
echo in chambers
heart beat bounding
from the Sound
dances across the sky
half note and skipping stones
keeping an eye on the horizon
never changing
steadfast and true
a slight smile flickers
beloved memories
while off in the distance
dolphins fly beyond
mirrored images
of me holding hands with you...

© 2013 Trilby

Dog Days Of August 2011

Photo by Ari Mygatt (youngest daughter)

Gracious words are like honeycombs to the soul…

There Is No Sound

There is no sound
like this
echo’s from place
to place
and back again
there are no moments
like this
hold tight
blow a kiss
to nowhere
carried off
far away
boat ride Galilee
to Old Harbor
with the wind
to my back
and the sun
rising in the east
there’s nothing
keeping my soul
from floating away
when night turns
to day
and black
to gray…

There is no sound like this
that echo’s from place to place
and back again


© 2011 Trilby Yates

A Warm July 2011

JY and TY ~ In The Mirror

In The Mirror

Images drone on
meshed together
with the sounds
that play
off key in a mind
that can’t seem
to wander beyond
the walls of one room
one room that held a heart
and has kept a soul from progressing
on to the next phase
the next stage of the grief process
what ever it is
what it may mean
bounding back and forth
dancing in-between with hopes
that yesterday will somehow
come back around renewed
but the hands of time don’t rhyme
with this particular song
and it may not be how many notes you play
only the silence in-between
yet there has been a long pause
of empty quiet that reflects back
to the absence of you
leaving
only me.

© 2011 Trilby Yates

Summer sun, sand, sails and seashells...June 2011

 Trilby ~ Beach Bum, by Ari Mygatt

Vignettes

1.
Sound rolls
over waves of silver
glistening
shades of blue
rhythmic pattern
takes pause
the right moment
clarity
rings true

2.

Hand held out
like a beggar
wanting just enough
dignity
to keep close
to the heart
and not fall far
from grace
while off in the distance
where ships sail
the high seas
and movers and shakers
spin the wheel
of other peoples fortunes
a Captain secrets
stolen keepsakes
as the jailer paces
reluctantly
hands stuffed
into his pockets
jingling keys…
what ever lies
beyond the tide
and thunders
from coast to coast
possibility
can’t be shaken
through adventures
from the past
tomorrow promises
something new
while something old
can hold its own
gently fading
off to blue

3.
Mourning doves
sing a song
shallow sweet
melody hum
and the hand
that touches
a heart beat
shares a moment
tears are shed
change of season
turning of the tide
one forward
two back
closed door
open window
wonderment
questions and answers
conceal and reveal
who are you
who am I

4.
...so you say you’ve got the hook the one that will steal my heart away
the way I float off and never look back was only once upon a time
in someone else's fairy tale betwixt and between
none of it falls into place neatly like a house of cards
when the wind blows and the windows rattle kind of reminds me
of that old love song about a snake and a charmer walking down
a one way street high road low road nothing in between
just a sad verse that doesn’t reflect the face in the mirror
one eye brown and one eye blue but the past has a funny way
of settling the score when one least expects as if there is no tomorrow
and maybe that’s the way the tides flow forever and always
sailing against the wind

5.
Sand and stone
Shells and sea
Looking to the horizon
Beyond the tide and past me
To a place of solitude
Peaceful reverie...

© 2011 Trilby Yates

Rainy daze and sunshine ~ May 22, 2011

Penfield Beach Sunset 2011 (photo by Ari)

The End of The World

If I never see
the light of day
as the world
comes to an end
experience sweet sounds
or serenade
from steel guitars
bottle neck slide
a cool breeze
harmonica blow
that links the past
to the present
take my hand
walk with me
to a history
warmed
by the fires
of the soul…
and if I never
feel that pulse
driven rhythm
in sync
drum beat
or give pause
to the sheer delight
of your smile
while the earth tilts
on its axis
bidding us a fond
farewell
adieu, adieu
precious one
parting can be
such sweet sorrow
and if love
is what seals
the deal
my words
are worth
their weight in gold…
with all that was
and lingers
in the wind
I won’t regret
a moment
as long as I’ve known
what carries its own
when push
comes to shove
no matter what
comes or goes
shout
from the roof tops...

"I love you"

© 2011 Trilby Yates