Strive & struggle

I am a poet, — though
I’ve yet to write a poem —

when my soul blossoms
and my mind goes free
when I finally let go of
the suffocating shroud
o’er the wildness of me

my beauty will spill out
the ink will overflow and

finally I’ll be able to see
through a sapphire lens
into the heart of infinity

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I know I am a poet —
someday — I will be

but the earth hasn’t
shattered inside me yet

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I have still only yet got
the seeds of the words
within me; I am learning
and yearning and earning
and living my way toward
being born into harvest

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There’s a meteor shower
inside my brain —

stars shooting down
every bright idea
words burning out
before inking the page —

broken-hearted dementia
sleepless engulfing fog —
search and rescue crews
report every line gone

—Terri Guillemets

Tools for writing

awareness, audacity, awe
authenticity, acumen, angels
coffee, curiosity, cats
dreams, decision, desire, direction, devils
erasers, endurance, experiments
fearlessness, flexibility
grit, guts, goals
honesty, hyperbole, hunger
ink, ingenuity, insanity, insomnia, insecurity
intention, intellect, insight, intuition
purpose, pain, passion, perspective, personality
rawness, reverie, reference
soul, style, spunk, sense, solitude, silence
substance, stubbornness, struggle, sweat
sagacity, skepticism, stationery
typewriter, tea, time
wit, wisdom, what-ifs
wistfulness, wine, window, wings

—Terri Guillemets

Midair

poets swing too high
until the chain kinks
and snaps mid-air
      the
            fall
                  is
                      poetry

—Terri Guillemets