Thursday, December 31, 2015

Ad infinitum

Unlike other deaths,
years do not die from sickness
or murder,
their time just comes—
perhaps a little weary
from a twelvemonth of toil
but neither sad nor glad to go;
'Tis been a pleasure to be of service,
the faithful companion old year says
with a bow as he parts
And seamlessly the new is born
with experience somehow already in hand
to begin the first January morn.

—Terri Guillemets

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Chilly bedtime thoughts

Winter is the slow-down
Winter is the search for self
Winter gives the silence you need to listen
Winter goes gray so you can see your own colors...

—Terri Guillemets

Monday, December 28, 2015

And I don't think it's just the winter talking

I've found a comfortable spot in life,
And I want to stay here.
Hopefully that doesn't hasten my demise.

—Terri Guillemets

Saturday, December 26, 2015

On the wings & wages of winter

Poetry blazons sexy words
with lusty, charming rhymes—
Prose is a sensible lover
who's always done at the stop.

—Terri Guillemets

3pm sunbeams, palms, winter wind

Some days my soul is windy,
blowing the dying leaves
off my aging bones.
My heart aches,
but it's winter pains —
nothing a little spring won't cure.
Sometimes a dandelion blows my way
from a neighboring soul
and makes me wonder —
what of mine drifts through life
to strangers or kin
going through their own
inclement weather?
If the clouds blow away
and the skies become blue again
and the sun gets a little too harsh
and my hair instead turns gray,
would I yearn for another storm?
And should I be thankful for clothes
to protect my naked body
or has too much protection
prevented me from the full potential
of my skittish and unclothed mind?

—Terri Guillemets

Friday, November 13, 2015

How suddenly it turns

The quiet of October is refreshing
The quiet of November, oppressing

—Terri Guillemets

Friday, October 30, 2015

Rhymesters are people too

Yes, I write in cliché rhyme
For elaborate words
I've got no time—
But if what's in my soul
The words do unleash,
Matters not to me how droll.

—Terri Guillemets

Thursday, October 22, 2015

October's porch

October sun —
      soul-stirring
October air —
      wood-burning
October quiet —
      ease-giving
October birds —
      poet-calling

October trees —
      edge-trembling
October light —
      happy-slanting
October colours —
      eye-calming
October flowers —
      art-begging

—Terri Guillemets

Monday, October 19, 2015

Only bruises

Poetry allows my soul to age gracefully,
my mind to land softly amongst the new gray hairs—
without it I'd have thunked into my 40s with tail bone & funny bone broken.

—Terri Guillemets

Friday, October 9, 2015

Autumn whispers October into my ear

the light is gorgeous
there is football
the smell of crackling wood
in evening fireplaces
spices in the ale
gentle dawns
chilly, and breezes
afternoon oft' warm
O', those october breezes!
full-breath deep serenity
pleasures of company
before the year gets lonely
pumpkin pie, pumpkin everything
squash—butternut, kabocha, delicata!
a mellow heart, slowing pace
middling between
regular motion & slow motion
the air lighter yet heavier
betwixt, in the midst of—
something unnamable
not either and yet both
spirit more, veiled less
green at its most beautiful
although not spring-like
but a little of spring, i dissent
the angle of Sun makes a new colour
we don't have in any other month
comfy sweaters, thicker socks
thunder, clouds, big raindrops
clear crisp nights, sweeter stars
cozy cuddling, autumn-taste kisses
earlier bed reading, more books!
a fear—vague thoughts, of
what might not make it out from winter
but a chance we are forced to take
life risk, being alive
in autumn is true life

—Terri Guillemets

Saturday, September 26, 2015

Friday, September 11, 2015

Re-blooming

In the desert, the slow quiet entrance of autumn is like breathing a sigh of relief — exhaling all the hot, stifling air built up over summer.

—Terri Guillemets

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Labor not for just one day

Merry Sunday, and
a happy long weekend
to one and to all!
Labor not — for one day,
just sit, breathe, and rejoice
drinking what you please
and enjoying what you may.

—Terri Guillemets

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

We will get there

Fall, temperatures, fall, fall! Let the weather mellow and the year fall into peacefulness.

—Terri Guillemets

Monday, August 10, 2015

It has begun

Early autumn's peaceful slant of morning light — the first soul calm since late spring's farewell breezes.

—Terri Guillemets

Monday, July 13, 2015

Shaken, not sunk

Sometimes we all need things shaken
up; the glory is in the shaking,
being sifted to the bottom
in a life of happy dregs
happiness at the top
also at the bottom
living in between
living is in the
waist of an hourglass
that little strip of space
& of time to run our sand,
to be free even while drifting
down, out of our own control—
Be the ripple and not the stuck leaf.

—Terri Guillemets

Monday, July 6, 2015

Afternoon

Dark clouds,
bright sun—
fluffy life.
Mornings smell & taste
more like life;
Night reeks of dreams,
Afternoons are scentless,
save for tea & 3pm regret.

—Terri Guillemets

Sunday, July 5, 2015

Sunday breakfast & morning view

Poetry has eternally inked itself on my mind,
the pen of the universe writes in my heart,
the harp of emotion plays chords in my soul.

—Terri Guillemets

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

White butterfly

Thank you for believing in me still—
after all these give-ups
and half-days trying:
the days half-trying—
your strength flies over my weakness
my strength aspires to you;
I spot you all the time
knowing you're spotting me.
Looking close is fine and good,
once in a while
but flight is beauty,
your waving wings
and gliding, soaring courage,
green leaves & faith your backdrop,
blue sky your home.
You never stay too long
but are always there
when I need you.
To remind me of beauty
and make all my poetry prayer,
I don't know if the air is sweet
for you, or hard—
for me the ground is both—
but you're still here
and I thank you.

—Terri Guillemets

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Ruling well

He wrote victories with the national pen.

—Terri Guillemets

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Breathe out the world

Wine makes the world not mine
      —Ergo, easier to take,
      Disassociate—
I don’t always know how to deal
      when it feels all mine
      warring emotions entwine
Life is ever split betwixt
      Lack of control—the mirthful angel
      and lack of control—the nettled devil
When it’s all too much to take,
      Fresh battles, or in-statu-quo—
      Breathe in, breathe out, let it go

—Terri Guillemets

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Not so subtle, all too true

You get up one day, young,
make a quick sandwich,
throw back a cold beer,
then BAM — you're old
            —just like that!

—Terri Guillemets

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Speaking poetry

Sometimes the poetry
     is visual
sometimes the paper
     doesn't exist...

—Terri Guillemets

Why is life always like a tree

Pain is like leaves on a tree
alive and beautiful but
eventually falling away;
love is its branches,
supporting it all —
happiness, sadness, and
Life's all lifeness!

—Terri Guillemets

Friday, June 5, 2015

At the window watching raindrops

At the window—
Watching raindrops glide off the leaves
They're
Sweat dripping off your brow
As you make love to me in the thunder
A bird plays in the puddle under the tree
Its skinny legs dipping in life
Beak happy, wings at the ready—being
Just being
Our love, present, moment
Now
Always
Don't think
Flow off the leaves
Slide
Land gracefully in the puddle of life
Ride the ripple
Love
Always love.

—Terri Guillemets

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Up!

The more we're dragged down by stress and society, the more we look low. Try a glass of wine with dinner or unconditional happiness or a long tight hug, and you may find you can and do look upward — to where the blank spaces are, which aren't really so empty. We just don't usually look there.

—Terri Guillemets

The balances

Laughter is therapy to pain.

—Terri Guillemets

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Magnificent beauty ebbs the flow of time and fear is a dirty thief

If the scary things scare you
And you're just scared
     the happy things
     will get taken away
And if a life of fear
     is all you know
     it's under your skin
     and in your bones
Then you look away
     for a kiss, for love,
     for momentary glory
And the fear melts away
     or is forgotten
When it rushes back
     or creeps in again,
How much life have
     you lost, or gained?

—Terri Guillemets

Sunday, May 17, 2015

I miss you

I don't have much of a way
to reach the stars,
except through my pain...

—Terri Guillemets

Cleared up

If you open your eyes and
it's suddenly all there in front of you —
so clear,
you may wonder
where has it been all along?
Have I been living inside a Paul Simon song
for much too long
and my eyes distorted my soul
or did my soul poetize the vision
and I couldn't see the plain truth
without the benefit of not looking?

—Terri Guillemets

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Soft breeze warning

Wind, clouds...
Am I feeling full
or empty
Breeze softly blowing
Hurricane, tornado, Life
Weather in my soul
Things come out of the blue.

—Terri Guillemets

Can't hide

Can you love so much it hurts
and is numbness good protection?
It will find a way over the wall.

—Terri Guillemets

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Why, Conservatives?

If the same ol' world is getting worse, why would you want to keep things the same?

—Terri Guillemets

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Procrastination

Doing, doing
getting done...
Ha, maybe later,
now's for fun.

—Terri Guillemets

Monday, April 27, 2015

Selective hearing

Noise not from birds or nature
Or the welcome voice of loved ones
Is annoying, and I say it loud!

—Terri Guillemets

Monday, April 13, 2015

Still accurate in theme but not in time

Been collecting quotes since nineteen eighty-seven,
Be collecting them 'til the day I go to Heaven—
And if by chance it's to the contrary,
Here's hoping Hell has a great library!

—Terri Guillemets

Note: I wrote this in August 2000, back when I had estimated 1987 to be the start of my quotation collecting habit. Later, I came across the actual Scarlet Letter essay I wrote in junior high school—the book that got me hooked on quotes—and it was dated 1986. So then I had to 'eighty-six' this fun little poem from my bio page in 2012. I've yet to attempt a rewrite rhyming the proper year, although 'Styx' has great literary potential!

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Lunch break philosophy

Are things really so much decisions
as God and our hearts & universal energy
leading us to the destiny of the moment?
There is no final destiny,
only destiny of each moment.
There is no your destiny or my destiny,
all is intertwined — every being in the universe.

—Terri Guillemets

Friday, March 13, 2015

Aaaaargh!

Modern stress —
toxic evil.

Toxic stress —
modern evil.

—Terri Guillemets

Our wingèd, happy friends

Butterflies, bees
our winged, happy friends
Oh, to dance in the air
and float on the breeze...

—Terri Guillemets

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Let them be your medicine

The sun heals.
Laughter heals.
Love, breathing, touch, beauty,
Nature, warmth, kinship
Heal, if you will let them be your medicine.

—Terri Guillemets

Where's the respect

Intellectual property *is* about laws. Intellectual property *should* be about respect.

—Terri Guillemets

Monday, March 2, 2015

The poetry of raindrops

sunlight shimmering through a leaf-clung raindrop
so heavy it has to fall but so happy it can't
like a rainy jewel, sparkly after the storm
a hummingbird lands on the tree
and whoosh! the gem falls free

—Terri Guillemets

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Words in the sun

Body, flesh, words, ink
Spirit, soul, heart
Green, scarlet, glowing
I am an artist, a writer, a lover
Roots, blood, love, song
Earth, warm, violet hue
Bees buzz, birds chirp
Sadness burns to joy
Living negates, equates, calms pain.

—Terri Guillemets

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Iridescent

The years sprint, sail, drift, fly —
Days melt into sleep
Decades we no longer know —
By taste or smell, yes — but
Hard, fast memories tend not to keep
Youth lives on — yet, is long gone
Birds chirp each Spring anew
But our hearts sing the same shades
Of childhood colors we once knew

—Terri Guillemets

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Trees at the park, trees in my heart

Trees are love
Trees are life
Long-standing hearts of Nature
Absorbers of human strife.

—Terri Guillemets

Friday, February 6, 2015

But I cry, "please give me a chance to acknowledge you back"

Life winks as it passes me by
And is gone before my own blink of eye.

—Terri Guillemets

Gratefulness & awe

Whether it flies away easily or is grounded
if it drifts like the clouds or grows like a weed,
nourishes or delights,
the gratefulness & awe
sit and stay — and flow.

—Terri Guillemets

My heart

Heart & me
Fragile
and strong
Broken
and whole
Loving,
and loving.

—Terri Guillemets

Sunday, February 1, 2015

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Calm weeds

You can't get overwhelmed by the thought of all the weeds if there are flowers in your soul.

—Terri Guillemets

Friday, January 9, 2015

So much light

So much light,
along with the darkness,
it's life —
just scary and
joyous life!

—Terri Guillemets

Thursday, January 8, 2015

Soul weather

Rain showers
Who would ever expect
to have them in a soul
especially with sunlight too
But hey —
I'm amist in rainbow dew.

—Terri Guillemets

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Aging

It's okay to move slow
Alright to simplify
Take time to take care
        of ourselves...

—Terri Guillemets