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


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