Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Waiting room restless'ness

What are flowers without the bees,
What of grasses without the breeze?
Nothing the wind if not for the trees,
Nada el quesadilla sin el cheese.

—Terri Guillemets

Monday, March 20, 2017

Springfall

a seed, conceive
to sprout, we're born
a leafy green new life
trunk and roots, further sunk
nourished, loved, great height
full, vibrant, ripe
moulting, colours, beauty
the crown of wit
autumnal slant of light
mellow, wilt, decay
bare branches, skeleton buds
frost without a fight
repose, accept, goodbyes

—Terri Guillemets

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Infinitas per æternitas

Love is in my bones —
it's in my blooms and
in my spilled-red blood;
lust is in my perfumed flesh,
desire-poems in my skull.
How many kisses have I
in my primal fervent lips;
how much pristine rainbow'd
faith in my life-worn soul?

—Terri Guillemets

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Warmth at winter sunrise

pink roses and gold glitter
barbed wire, withering vines
green hummingbirds, lark nests
avalanches and earthquakes —
Yep, life is like that.

—Terri Guillemets