October is fresh-faced April beautifully aged to wisdom.
Creativity Journal
Sweet sleep
A day without a nap is like a cupcake without frosting.
Antennae
Read instead of watch TV?
Now there’s a novel idea!
Seamless
the vibrant green-yellow-pink blossom-life of spring
the watery-blue radiant sunshine-breath of summer
the metallic-earth-toned glowing-decay of autumn
the grey-white holly-festive slow-motion of winter
Campfire
campfire flames kiss the night
stars in distant skies blaze bright
ghost story whispers all affright
rustling sounds just out of sight
Phoenix sunrise
the seam between desert and night
glows pastel to neon to clear blue light
Watching the April bottlebrush without spectacles
green & light shimmering
dancing in the sunlight
little red fuzzy flames
burn quietly in the breeze
mottled blue patches
of serene springtime sky
blaze beautifully behind
a lively bejeweled scene
medallions of shade and color
twinkle in the afternoon
a mama hummingbird hovers
with wings so fast, silence
is no longer golden — she is
the sounds of the winds
overtake my soul and
carry it far off into the skies
—Terri Guillemets
Gastronomical event
apocalyptic theory
giant alien pops earth like
minty fresh extinction
Winter falling
cold gray rainy day
watching winter’s last leaves fall
from my cozy bed
2int0x1c4t3d
The first glass is a sedative, the second a psychologist, the third glass an excuse, and the fourth a lobotomy.
Poetry
There is a pleasure in the pathless words…
To mingle with the universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet can not all conceal.
The words are lovely, dark and deep.
I went to the words because I wished to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of language.
In the words we return to reason and faith.
Come to the words, for here is rest.
Literature does not grow wild in the words.
I put my heart to school in the words.
In the words is perpetual youth.
Whose words these are I think I know.
We are not out of the words yet.
Storied
Books talk to you for an afternoon. Literature speaks for generations.
Breathlessly beautiful
Autumn breathes in golden sunshine and breathes out a frosty chill.