Saturday, March 12, 2016

Well cried

Poetry cries melodic tears of verse.

—Terri Guillemets

Jovial vernal verse

Spring is the green
     is the peace
     is the breeze
     and the blossoms
     and the blues
     past the buds
     to the pinks
     on the brink
     and the warmth
     and the warbles
     and the weeds
     all the yellows
     and the bees
     and the buzzing
     living branches
     and the grasses
     and the gardens
     and the growing
     and the blowing
     of the pollens
     oh! the purples
     and the chirples
     of the birds
     and the beauty
     and the butterflies
     in the skies
     and the sun—
Springtime's fun!

—Terri Guillemets

Friday, March 11, 2016

Dyed

Soldiers in the war of poetry
Bleed silky rose petals and glittering thorns
And leave behind beautiful inked destruction—
Embattled souls wounded, and healed.

—Terri Guillemets

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Late morning sun & breeze

the cawing of a crow
black graceful wings
against a spring blue sky
a call of life in nature's quietude

—Terri Guillemets

An escape to silence no longer seems possible

I've finally accepted that it just can't be escaped: This country is full of people who want to make their noise and, worse, make you listen.

—Terri Guillemets

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Abandoned treasure

Beneath fear, a bit of poetry always escapes. Sometimes, a ready soul picks it up and transforms it into beautiful verses of courage.

—Terri Guillemets