there are only so many poems one can write
about umber tree roots and the glowing moon
before the psyche starts crying out to be heard
the suffering of the world isn’t poetic
but it is essential to poetry
—Terri Guillemets
soul
Arise thankful
a new day doesn’t mean
forgetting yesterday
but simply letting it go
not to dwell in memories
but to cherish each one
as it pops up and surprises us
and then release it with a smile
the birds are singing of now
our hearts beat of the present
the past is a muted background
enhancing our carpe-diem lives
dawn paints the scene of today
and invites us to live beautifully
to be the artists of our own souls
—Terri Guillemets
Spirit-gears
A beating heart needs a soul to go with it, or it’s nothing but a machine.
—Terri Guillemets
I’m positive!
my veins are lined
with a velvet hope
my soul is electric
and lights with dreams
my mind is infinite
and buzzes with wonder
my heart is beyond alive
and gushes boundless love
my body is fragile
yet heals as if magic
my will is strong
and dances with courage
—Terri Guillemets
Wildreams
Dreams grow wild in the daydreamer’s soul.
—Terri Guillemets
Infinitas per æternitas
Love is in my bones —
it’s in my buds and blooms
in my rapturous-red blood —
Lust is in my perfum’d flesh
desire-poems in my skull —
How many kisses have I
in my primal fervent lips —
as many as hours that swirl
in a blind & wild eternity —
—Terri Guillemets
Windblown
The veil concealing truth gets windswept in the wee hours, revealing all to the silence of the night.
—Terri Guillemets
Selves
A philosopher lives in your mind,
a lover in your heart,
an alchemist in your soul.
—Terri Guillemets
Plexus
we feel poetry and art
in the sensitive veins
that run through soul and
carry not blood but spirit
—Terri Guillemets
Inside the lines, outside the box
Journal: fitting your heart and soul into ruled lines.
—Terri Guillemets
Who’s there?
Art is when you hear a knocking from your soul — and you answer.
—Terri Guillemets