Summer 2009

Bitter Sweet Time

There is no time like the present
Keep one foot in the here and now
While the other dangles freely – wind beneath
One hand waves farewell to new comers
The other tips the head waiter with a smirk
Wooden nickels hold their value in this Land of Oz
Like souvenirs at a carnival - children smile
And even though this ghost ship is half empty
Like the champagne glass resting peacefully - aura of decadence
The heart cannot let go of dreams and visions
Plans left incomplete, anniversaries come and go

I will follow…
In time, in bitter sweet time ~

© 2009 Trilby Yates

Women Of The Sea

Women of The Sea

The wind rages from the West
across the main land filling sails
sending the day from point to point
tack,
mainsail luff,
“…come about…”
a thought
that never makes its way
from brain wave
to verbal vibration -
all hands on deck
a solo act
when solitude is the destination
of least resistance
peace rises between layers
of wind and cloud
9 knots with 8 foot swells
adrenalin hits a high note
as if Sachamo were crew
blowing old favorites
from a time when life was a mystery
or what we thought it could be –
temptation drifts off
into the slow burn of a sunset
memories find a harmonious harbor
to rest during the inevitable storm
slow sway
sentimental echo
making lovers dance
babies dream

while women of the sea
gaze beyond the horizon…


© 2009 Trilby Yates

Spring 2009 cont...

Dance With Me

Dreamy eyes that look past a potential story line
Cast of characters fall to the left on bended knee
Heart in hand, you whisper in a sultry voice

“Dance with me…”

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Walk Alone

Walking toward the morning sunrise

Red sky at night a sailors delight
Red sky in morning sailors take warning

Secluded shore covered in a blanket of
sand and stone,
seashells and colored sea glass
footsteps quietly washed away
No remnants left behind
An emotional tide of high’s and low’s
A continuous loop

Summer, winter, spring and fall…

© 2009 Trilby Yates

Spring 2009

Another Day...

sun shifts comfortably
swinging back and forth
north, south, east to west
dreamers daydream
regardless of cause or effect
fingers snap to the heart beat
the way a lover’s hand would caress
gentle moments that never end
candle light and incense
reminiscent of a seductive dance
lips will kiss tears away…

love will come
another
day…
yes, love is never far away ~

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© 2009 Trilby Yates