Grief bores holes
in our hearts & heads
like a woodpecker
— peck peck peck
— knock knock knock
You can’t make it stop
Eventually it flies away
— but leaves pits
that never fully heal
terri guillemets
composed by yours truly
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.
Saving y’all some time
After reading countless health books over the past couple of decades, I can tell you it pretty much all boils down to this: Eat plenty of veggies, work, play, rest, and don’t worry.
Tempus nunquam dormit
Three A.M. is when
all the quiet things
become loud —
the drip in the sink,
that clock on the wall,
our hearts, our minds.
Seasonal emotions
Shedding late-summer tears for the end of cherry season. Patiently and hopefully waiting for pumpkin pie season.
Autumn’s wake
leaves dancing
in a brisk breeze
on an almost-bare tree
joyous at autumn’s wake
they tremble, ready
to be free, to sleep
with past seasons —
dying, they celebrate
the awakening of winter
Flyby
yellow butterfly —
did your wisp fluttering wings
make this springtime breeze?
Embering
glowing electric pink
surges across saguaros
sparking the sun’s burning gold —
colors blazing so wild
the sky cradles them to calmness
with dusky embered amethyst —
and tucks in the sleepy day
with blankets of serene shadow —
Spring flight & grounding
Butterflies dot springtime with flitting airy kisses.
Praying hands & feet
It is of course possible to dance a prayer.
Barely knowing
Spring and summer come with a lush layer of foliage over reality, but when things start falling away in the autumn and get bare and stark in the winter we’re forced to look at things more as they really are, including ourselves.
Water cycle
to cry is beautiful —
the beauty of one’s pain
leaving the heart
blackout poetry created from Maud Casey, The Man Who Walked Away, 2014
Self-help
The secret to wellness is being your own guardian angel.