Spring and summer come with a lush layer of foliage over reality, but when things start falling away in the autumn and get bare and stark in the winter we’re forced to look at things more as they really are, including ourselves.
—Terri Guillemets
Value-able
Some see treasure in everything
while some die believing
everyone else struck gold but
never finding any for themselves—
how sad for those lost, bitter beings
who were ever blind of heart.
—Terri Guillemets
Rejoice, lament, meander
Black eyes and broken bones
Rainbows and sugared donuts
Overthinking and over-loving
Have gotten me to this point
And still, I’ve never yet made
A five-year plan — and even if
I did, nothing ever goes to plan
Anyway.
—Terri Guillemets
Tilted
Earth tilts toward Winter
My heart goes tilty too
The summer-fever cools
To a more reflective hue
—Terri Guillemets
Enclosed
Our bodies were meant
for the sun, the rain,
the gusty winds,
starlight and moon baths,
fresh air and seasons —
So why do we trap ourselves
in indoor cages?
If we can’t hear the
birds chirp, feel the breezes,
how are we to be refreshed,
to heal, to know the world
beyond the borders
of our bodies?
—Terri Guillemets
Real eyes
Now that I’m over the hill
I can see it’s just made of
skeletons of dead monsters
that were never really there.
But that past is no less high
and no less there, and I am
no less on the other side of it.
—Terri Guillemets
October-blood
This time of year, October-blood
runs through the veins of autumn —
a slowing heartbeat, longer breaths
shorter days, golden light, scarlet leaves
warm hearts and sanguine thoughts
—Terri Guillemets
Vanished
i hurt every day remembering
that i wasn’t there for you
the hardest day of suffering
— i left you painfully alone
when you needed me most
so damn close, but not there
which is the farthest away —
i was a fool, oblivious numbskull,
a frozen hearted ragdoll zombie.
—Terri Guillemets
My heart sees all the better
My eyes can’t see as well anymore,
but my heart sees all the better.
My ears have begun to fail me,
but I hear the quiet budding of success.
I move more slowly now
but have learned to be still with myself.
I ache and hurt, I’m stiff and sore,
but my spirit’s never felt so fine.
My memory is slipping,
but I’ve got a firm grip on what it is to live.
My head is going gray,
but I’ve found all my true colors.
I get out of bed earlier,
but still I have plenty of dreams.
I live more softly
but don’t back down from doing hard things.
My teeth are artificially getting replaced,
but my soul is real and all my own.
My bones are brittle,
but my resolve is strong.
I no longer bounce back,
but I still look forward.
I tell the same stories over and again,
but still I’m new every day.
I’m nearer to the end,
yet I’ve only just begun.
—Terri Guillemets
Battery
my youth is caked over
with heartache and pains
regrets and inflammations
and sudden calcifications
of ligaments and spirit
not-bothers and defeats
that went to my head
and bruises that take
too long to heal
cracked teeth and
why-tries and i’m-tireds—
that which galloped
now rolls in ruts
my blonde has passed
to mousy and gray—
everyone i know
looks tired and frayed
sagging from the weight
of time and overbusy
and too much stuff
in too-big houses—
it’s too much life
and too little living —
no vitamines will fix this
—Terri Guillemets
2020
canceled, isolated, distanced
dazed, befuddled, harried
rationed, washed, disinfected
zoomed, homeschooled
furloughed, fired, scared
impoverished, subsidized
learned, helped, sacrificed
inspired, respected, thanked
hospitalized, intubated, died
lied, gaslighted, denied
masked, tested, untested
endured, abided, accepted
annoyed, outraged, protested
anticipated, waited, voted
—Terri Guillemets
Hindsight
Wishes come –
Wishes go
Life is trapped
Between
—Terri Guillemets
Death lights heavy
Hummingbird mama —
abandons her nonviable eggs
but keeps checking back
a few more times, just to be sure.
Arms fall off a saguaro,
break open on the ground
like fragile eggshells —
after years of desert still-life
a few seconds of death-motion.
But the night breeze is so beautiful
those breezes are — so beautiful,
it’s hard not to get swept away.
—Terri Guillemets