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Glows & blossoms

The glow of the moon is poetry
The blossoming of flowers is poetry
The blossoming of woman is poetry
The glow of woman is poetry—
      even more so, because
      the light comes from within.

—Terri Guillemets, 2019 May 17th

Categories Nightstand Journal Tags beauty, flowers, light, moon, poems, poetry, women

Spring’s sure well-done over, at 100°

Poetic words flow out much better in pleasant climes
Springtime and autumn, more friendly for rhymes
Winter’s good too, the self reflects well in cold times
But blazing summer melts words and numbs minds

—Terri Guillemets, 2019 April 25th

Categories Sunshine Journal Tags arizona, desert, ha-ha, mind, poems, poetry, seasons, summer, sun, weather, writing

Mindpaths

Poetry staggers, drunken but wise, amongst the stars.
Philosophy plots its own steady course to the sun.

—Terri Guillemets, 2018 July 23rd

Categories Creativity Journal Tags mind, poetry, stars, thinking

Alchemy

A poet swallows life and exhales painted words.

—Terri Guillemets, 2016 March 13th

Categories Creativity Journal Tags art, life, poetry, words, writing

Folio, foliage, fall

Autumn binds poetry in its own withered leaves.

—Terri Guillemets, 2013 October 27th

Categories Writer's Journal Tags autumn, nature, poetry, seasons, trees

3 a.m. poetry

Night speaks a language of shadows and of the soul. 3 a.m. is poetry translatable only by the moon and stars.

—Terri Guillemets, 2009 December 9th

Categories Nightstand Journal Tags 3am, infj, insomnia, moon, mystical, night, poetry, soul, stars

The graceful and beauteous

Flowers rewrite soil, water, and sunshine into petal’d poetry.

—Terri Guillemets, 2007 March 11th

Categories Creativity Journal Tags flowers, nature, poetry, soil, sun, water

William Birdsworth, Alfred Lord Wrenison, Henry Wadsworth Songfellow, Rudyard Chirpling

Autumn birds speak cheerful poetry from their berry-stained beaks.

—Terri Guillemets, 2006 September 25th

Categories Creativity Journal Tags autumn, birds, favorites, nature, poetry, seasons, sounds

Valerian song

Prose is poetry that can’t stop talking.

—Terri Guillemets, 1996 May 22nd

Categories Writer's Journal Tags poetry, writing

Cracked

Her skull was cracked—
not tragically, just poetically.
It’s how all the poems got in,
      —and out.

—Terri Guillemets, 1994 April 9th

Categories Creativity Journal Tags imagination, infj, metaphor, mind, poems, poetry, writing
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