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

Beach Walk February 2012

...there was a moment, a split second tangible textured moment when the wind shifted taking me by surprise - you looked at me, head tilted, hand falling gently to your side - in that moment, slow motion moment the fire disappeared from your eyes - hands on the clock stopped moving as if frozen in time - I'm still not ready to say goodbye...

Four years and counting...turning point. February 19, 2012 Fairfield Beach

Beach Fences

Detail Beach Fence

Reflection

© 2012 Trilby Yates

Post Valentines Day ~ 2.15.12

Sweet Sentimental Valentine

Mild winter lack of snow,
white luster dulls the senses
a chill in the air cuts to the bone
leaves of a season past linger gingerly
with no place in particular to go
a blessing shared on widow's walk
fare winds and following seas
with all the anticipation of an early spring
a sailors dream comes true,
mourning doves sorrowful coo
touches the heart gently
and the nightingale's wale
carries the weight of a new day a dawning
memories are tear drops of time
fluid thoughts of years past
and the Heavens open arms wide 
to my sweet and sentimental Valentine...

To JY, Love always and forever, TY

© 2012 Trilby Yates

January 1, 2012

Slap Shtick With A Twist

Hey life what’s the deal,
what’s the grand plan
scheme of things to come and go
screaming from the top of my lungs
already full from the up swing of 2011
flying high on the 52nd floor
sky scraper clawing its way
from Hades to Paradise
and it’s never the same kid rush
sliding down the family banister
the thrill is half way between here and there
and nowhere
but it doesn’t matter too much as the saying flows
when everything rocks and nothing rolls
it’s not the destination it’s the journey
I’d have to beg to differ
when the options are between
a soft spot and a hard place
a toss of the dice or a flip of a coin
heads you win tails I lose
Heaven Hell or Infinity
with a slap of the shtick and a twist of fate
I’m hiding from the infernal flames
with one more puff of the witches bliss
and I’ll be on my merry way
welcoming in a new year...2012

© 2012 Trilby Yates