Damnit! I binged
again II day
IV life was hard
and so I
VIII my stress away.
O why do I so of X gorge?
Since turning XL
I’ve been extra large.
—Terri Guillemets
midlife
Midlife midriff
Eating a lot of garbage and dessert-obsessive
for several months, I put on a few pounds
— and more.
Waddling is hell, and fat is a problem for the heart
— I’m hungry & in pain.
Waist weight is a cruel joke, and age is no help.
—Terri Guillemets
scrambled blackout poetry created from David Sedaris,
What 45 feels like at 3 a.m.
Middle age — a stealthy, crafty nemesis.
—Terri Guillemets
Midlife nights
at night her age landed hard
like the fall of wasted time
—Terri Guillemets
blackout poetry created from Danielle Steel, Fairy Tale, 2017
The hermiting of middle age
Solitude and age —
Social? Too lazy, sorry.
—Terri Guillemets
blackout poetry created from Danielle Steel, Fairy Tale, 2017
Blur
Aging is an exponential clock — ticking in runaway years.
—Terri Guillemets
Counting up
First four decades time’s a hero
Then stops suddenly all the fun
Forty arrives a stranger new
But life is like a grand old tree
Strong yet flexible at the core
Roots ever deepen to stay alive
At this age there’s no real fix
Just patches is all, ’til heaven
Although it still be not too late
So let the autumn soul shine
Breathe and let thy life go zen
—Terri Guillemets
Branching
this winter afternoon
i stare between bare
branches of gray trees
in the distance i see
an unreturnable past
or a dwindling future
i can’t tell which but
the silence is sublime
—Terri Guillemets
Sound of winter leaves at night
Age is a foreign land I can’t get used to. I want to go back home.
—Terri Guillemets