An author plants the alphabet — and harvests nourishment, flowers, and weeds.
terri guillemets
composed by yours truly
Golden moments
i don’t care how rough a day i had
when i see the golden hour sunset
painting the trees with happy light
and feel a cool breeze on my face—
all is suddenly and magically reset
heart and mind cleared of burdens
—so the gratitude has a place to be
Comforter
Sometimes a really good nap is more refreshing than an entire night’s sleep.
Sessile
Life is a dance of balance.
Life is creative falling.
Life is half spent getting back up.
Life is learning to dance with a partner —
and learning to dance without a partner,
and letting go enough to dance in the crowd.
Life is a freestyle jig.
Life is a twirl and a bow.
Life is the best dance you’ve ever danced
and the only chance you’ll get, so dance!
Death is your dancing soul returning to the heavens.
Lackluster
In the dark, glitter is nothing but sand.
Stitches & seams
I need to get over the hard times of my past. They’ve left scars, but scars are just memories.
Seeds of health
If you plant junk food in your body garden, how do you expect to harvest health?
Breakup
Dear Middle Age,
you fair-weather brute! —
Oh, why don’t you love me
the way I was loved by Youth?
Dreams & ink
Poetry is reverie on paper. Poets are daydreamers
Happy in the forest
The best part of happiness is the pines.
Hustled
Spring doesn’t know
how to spring anymore
because it thinks it’s summer
Autumn can’t fall in line
with seasonal time anymore
because the heat’s still rising
Winter won’t wait
to leaf the trees anymore
because spring too early spirals
Well lit
A school library is the brightest beacon of youthful hope.
A public library is the brightest beacon of community hope.
A local library is the brightest beacon of global hope.
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