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 —
October air —
October quiet —
October birds —

October trees —
October light —
October colours —
October flowers —

—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