Her smiling girl-heart danced
behind the grey, grey hair.
—Terri Guillemets
scrambled blackout poetry created from Enid Bagnold, National Velvet, 1935,
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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
Two A.M. drops
Dancing in the rain
At nature’s cloudy party
—Terri Guillemets
Keep playing
Keep playing, young one —
keep playing
Keep playing, mother —
keep playing
Keep playing, grandmother —
keep playing
Keep playing, white-haired youth-at-heart —
skip off into death
with a giggling heart.
—Terri Guillemets
Afterthoughts during
The wrinkles don’t hurt as much when one remembers the playground in one’s heart.
—Terri Guillemets
The healing journal
Sometimes healing is about not journaling — about living and forgetting that you even have a journal!
—Terri Guillemets
Yippee ki yo Friday!
Friday is the spring fever of the week!
—Terri Guillemets
Old soil, new green
My own prescription for health is less paperwork and more running barefoot through the grass.
—Terri Guillemets
Wheee!
Sliding down the banister of life is so much more fun than ambling down the steps.
—Terri Guillemets