My Heart Doesn't Sing

On any given day 
or any given moment 
fly by night 
whimsical stargazing 
backtracking 
sense of well-being 
gently slips away 
without resistance
without pause for concern 
Getting clear 
of a suffocating fog
surround sound droning - endlessly
a long drawn out daze 
blowing smoke in the face 
of a higher power  - father, son and holy spirit
Throwing all caution 
into the wind 
the consequences 
yet to be known - blow back is a bitch
and caring is less 
than a fleeting thought 
My mind can be found 
skipping through fields 
daisy chains slipping away
finger tips filter 
sunny perceptions
wind chime vibrations 
and my heart...
it doesn't sing the way 
it once did 
And how can it be 
that I can feel you 
kissing me while I sleep 
- it's only a memory - short whispered words
a tactical sensation
a long ago 
once upon a time 
split second fleeting 
sweet vignette playing 
over and over...
over and over...shuffle replay

© 2014 TrilbyYates 

Focused Suffragette

Old photographs
Father front center
Children in awe
eyes wide
Mothers hands
tightly folded
sepia images
wrapped
neatly
pieces of linen
loosely regarded
memories
change with
the passing
of time
tied with a
tender touch
obsessive perfection
silk ribbon
once brilliant
sapphire
shade of blue
faded edges
similar
to the way
stories
of the past
tend to do
vintage lace
layering each
tale told 
in style
blushing vignette
perfection
each stitch
secrets hold
needle point
painstakingly 
finger prick
passive aggressive
avoidance
of a world
where Women
sat quietly
polite nod
to the rare
occasion
a question
may be posed
aim without intent
inconsequential
silence
focused suffragette 
...Women of a certain day

© 2013 Trilby