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
attitude
Battles
If your armor against the world is laziness and excuses, you’re not protecting yourself from battle and injury — you’ve trapped yourself inside with them.
—Terri Guillemets
Daze in a rut
At a certain point, some of us just sit down and watch the rest of our lives
Don’t let it happen to you!
—Terri Guillemets
Hoofprints
Fortune is a centaur —
half man, half luck.
—Terri Guillemets
Girl-heart
Her smiling girl-heart danced
behind the grey, grey hair.
—Terri Guillemets
scrambled blackout poetry created from Enid Bagnold, National Velvet, 1935,
For want of wings
For want of wings
we have been earthbound,
but hearts and dreams soar!
—Terri Guillemets
scrambled blackout poetry created from Rafe Martin, Birdwing, 2005,
Transforming
I translate stars into daydreams
I make rain and rainbows into
freshly squeezed joy
I breathe the air of possibility
I swim deep in rivers of passion
I use my loneliness as
a stepping stone to love
I am on the march to freedom
I tend to my blossoming soul
—Terri Guillemets
Memorial
Grieving makes us stronger
It gives us a spirit of grace
And the grace of spirit
Our hearts feel weaker
But living past loss is
the ultimate courage
We honor our loved ones
by living on despite,
and all the more because.
—Terri Guillemets
How to shine
It’s not that the people
with nice shiny attitudes
have not been banged up—
but they buff out their
dings and scratches with
gratitude and positivity,
perspective and grace,
resilience and courage,
with purpose and faith.
—Terri Guillemets
Don’t drive yourself crazy
The pᖇ!@%$ and the d!@#$ and the yayholes
Rudely driving round the big city streets —
Just avoid them and get yourself home safely
Ditch the memory and be happy in peace.
—Terri Guillemets
From the ashes
everything would
be all right —
from the ashes
hope was aflame
—Terri Guillemets
blackout poetry created from Rafe Martin, Birdwing, 2005,
Saving y’all some time
After reading countless health books over the past couple of decades, I can tell you it pretty much all boils down to this: Eat plenty of veggies, work, play, rest, and don’t worry.
—Terri Guillemets
Forever lit with the soul of another
Immediate grief is a falling to the knees, a bleeding of the heart, a blow to the soul. Ongoing grief is a getting up; a call to move on; a healing and a strengthening; a melding of soul with sorrow, with loss, with life; a transformation of self to renewed being, rebuilt with the leavings of another.
—Terri Guillemets