flowers are fragrant metaphors —
happy colors sing “carpe diem!”
wilting whispers “memento mori.”
—Terri Guillemets
flowers are fragrant metaphors —
happy colors sing “carpe diem!”
wilting whispers “memento mori.”
—Terri Guillemets
the moon and plum tree
make flow’ry springtime shadows—
lovers of the night
—Terri Guillemets
Live for the roots
Love the green
Dance with the blossoms
—Terri Guillemets
Grass of Walt
[D!@%] of Moby
Boz gets Lit
Bard’s the [$h¡t]
—Terri Guillemets
you & i are animal lust
spirit and human emotion
entangled in wild passion
you always touch my heart first
but still find every last place
breaths rise, sweat falls
mine, yours, who knows
bodies wise, minds numb
wills weak, feelings, reveal
speak easy, softly, love
at the tips of our tongues
whisper nothings, give everything
our lips link each other’s souls
with kisses blind, rough and kind
fierce fervor, fever, fire, hot desire
flesh burning, hungering, yearning
begging, seeking, pleasing, please
prey of your hands and at my knees
inhale, exhale, scents, intense
assent, consent, relent, unpent
sweet chords, rhythm, rhapsody
harmony, symphony, crescendo
—Terri Guillemets
i bleed words,
ink drops, and
poetry merges —
blackish-crimson
autobiography
—Terri Guillemets
Springtime is a poet —
the blue sky its blank page
so vibrant green in rhyme
a different metre for every clime
birds chirping to keep the time
wildflowers yellow, red, purple divine
words dancing on tall blades of grasses
sparkling in the morning dews
no commas the flow keeps buzzing
vernal dashes & blossoming branches
on newly greening verdant trees
refrains whispering in each breeze
butterflies — floating apostrophes
ladybugs dot floral question marks
blissful bees stray stanza to stanza
seeds disperse from verse to verse
continuing a poem that’s never ended
and into summer’s colors is blended
—Terri Guillemets
snowflakes fall from the sky
in peppermint perfection —
i kiss you with quivering lips
but cold is not the reason —
you set my winter heart on fire
and keep me warm all season
—Terri Guillemets
Let’s drink to hope
and hope to drink!
—Terri Guillemets
A philosopher lives in your mind,
a lover in your heart,
an alchemist in your soul.
—Terri Guillemets
I love to kiss your lying lips —
when we love our honesty slips
but soul to soul is always true —
a love lie is truth in another hue
—Terri Guillemets
after a few beers, my nouns stumble
and my verbs can no longer talk straight —
O! yes after a few good beers verbs blunder
and nouns fall flat on their faces
—Terri Guillemets
Spring blossoms flowers
Winter blossoms quietude
—Terri Guillemets