Wishes come –
Wishes go
Life is trapped
Between
—Terri Guillemets
poetry
Flux
cracks in poetry
are not ruins
but gaps to let
meaning breathe
—Terri Guillemets
Edacious
I eat bad poetry like a goat, and
eat good poetry like a gourmand.
—Terri Guillemets
Glows & blossoms
The glow of the moon is poetry
The blossoming of flowers is poetry
The blossoming of woman is poetry
The glow of woman is poetry—
and even more so, because
the light comes from within.
—Terri Guillemets
Spring’s sure well-done over, at 100°
Poetic words flow out much better in pleasant climes
Springtime and autumn, more friendly for rhymes
Winter’s good too, the self reflects well in cold times
But blazing summer melts words and numbs minds
—Terri Guillemets
Mindpaths
Poetry staggers, drunken but wise, amongst the stars.
Philosophy plots its own steady course to the sun.
—Terri Guillemets
Contemp
CONTEMPORARY POETRY —
paying at the tollbooth with pretty words
then swimming naked under the bridge
—Terri Guillemets
Midair
Poets swing too high, until the chain kinks and snaps
—Terri Guillemets
Alchemy
A poet swallows life and exhales painted words.
—Terri Guillemets
Alchemy
A poet swallows life and exhales painted words.
—Terri Guillemets
Folio, foliage, fall
Autumn binds poetry in its own withered leaves.
—Terri Guillemets
3 a.m. poetry
Night speaks a language of shadows and of the soul. 3 a.m. is poetry translatable only by the moon and stars.
—Terri Guillemets
Classics declassified
Grass of Walt
[D!@%] of Moby
Boz gets Lit
Bard’s the [$h¡t]
—Terri Guillemets