Spring: the music of open windows.
terri guillemets
composed by yours truly
Winter art
icicles are daggers of beauty
thrown by winter’s sunshine breath
Self-conviction
when you live too hard
forty is a warning
fifty, penalty
Soiled
If organic is the natural way, shouldn’t organic produce just be called “produce” and make the pesticide-laden stuff take the burden of
How to shine
it’s not that the people
with nice shiny attitudes
haven’t been banged up —
but they buff out their
dings and scratches with
gratitude and positivity
perspective and grace
resilience and courage
with purpose and faith
Fragile
Grief is looking up
to see Never
at your window —
rapping on the pane
of your heart —
Depths
Grief is a haunted lake that’s all too easy to drown in.
Run for it!
Chase down your passion like it’s the last bus of the night.
Sound of winter leaves at night
Age is a foreign land I can’t get used to. I want to go back home.
Proof of youth
Be thou not ashamed of lust —
desire was born in primal dust
it mingled with the seas of life
to make the mud we know as love
Waking to a newer than new day
Each morning begins with the triumph and celebration of waking to a new day and the blessing of being able to get out of bed. What better way to start the day than with a success like that?
Dear Yesterday
Dear Yesterday,
You begged to talk with me
but I am too busy with Today —
maybe we can catch up later —
if Tomorrow doesn’t treat me well
I will call to cry on your shoulder.
Rainbow’ish
Red is passion-lit, pink is lipsensual, orange is flowerageous, yellow is suntastic, green is lifebursting, blue is skyful, purple is berrydancing,