her smiling girl-heart danced
behind the grey, grey hair
—Terri Guillemets
scrambled blackout poetry created from Enid Bagnold, National Velvet, 1935,
youth
Afterthoughts during
Wrinkles don’t hurt as much when one remembers the playground in one’s heart.
—Terri Guillemets
Iridescent
the years sprint, sail, drift, fly —
days melt into sleep
decades we no longer know
by taste or smell, yes
but hard fast memories tend not to keep —
youth lives on — yet, is long gone
birds chirp each spring anew
but our hearts sing the same shades
of childhood colors we once knew
—Terri Guillemets
Remembering goes both ways
My younger passions are still listening, as I age.
—Terri Guillemets
Pressed flowers are still pretty
Age is a gradual steamrolling of youth.
—Terri Guillemets
Shaken, stirred
Our passion and kisses were stumbling — but stumbling in sync.
—Terri Guillemets