the leaves all dance
to the same breeze —
but some flutter and some fall
some shiver and some sway —
and when a gust comes
they lose themselves —
but are no less beautiful
on the ground, where resting
they still yet dance, but free
—Terri Guillemets
her smiling girl-heart danced
behind the grey, grey hair
—Terri Guillemets
scrambled blackout poetry created from Enid Bagnold, National Velvet, 1935,
dancing in the rain
at nature’s cloudy party
—Terri Guillemets
Wind tries to show Tree how to run wild.
Tree: “I cannot leave this place.”
Wind: “Then let’s dance.”
—Terri Guillemets
When you dance to your own rhythm,
Life taps its toes to your beat.
—Terri Guillemets
Live for the roots
Love the green
Dance with the blossoms
—Terri Guillemets
Dancing faces you towards Heaven, whichever direction you turn.
—Terri Guillemets
Stifling an urge to dance is bad for your health — it rusts your spirit and your hips.
—Terri Guillemets
Weather is a great metaphor for life — sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad, and there’s nothing much you can do about it but carry an umbrella or choose to dance in the rain!
—Terri Guillemets