Death is never a clean break — some stardust always remains.
—Terri Guillemets
Death is never a clean break — some stardust always remains.
—Terri Guillemets
the body is a clock —
bones tick and tock
years gather in flesh
an alarm set for death
—Terri Guillemets
Those we love and lose are always connected by heartstrings into infinity.
—Terri Guillemets
flowers are fragrant metaphors —
happy colors sing “carpe diem!”
wilting whispers “memento mori.”
—Terri Guillemets
Life is woven of love and death, aches and smiles, persistence and letting go.
—Terri Guillemets
Wailing, bearing flowers
and collapsing to her knees,
her hot tears fall upon me—
But I remain unmoved,
stone-faced, above it all—
her face etched with grief
and mine with the years,
weathered with past life—
Gently she touches my face
and presents me the flowers—
I’ve seen her cry many times
but it is my nature to be
rough and cold, grounded
in reality I know nothing else—
Still she keeps coming back to me
and though I cannot give her love
I will always guard hers.
—Terri Guillemets
graves are not limited
to the cemetery —
they lurk in our minds,
and buried in our hearts
lie garlanded stones
marking loved ones lost
—Terri Guillemets
Death is not warden of life, not thief, nor enemy — but Life’s most equal partner.
—Terri Guillemets
Dying ain’t pretty. Death is beautiful.
—Terri Guillemets
The death of a loved one is a sudden silence — one of those deafening silences that leaves ringing in your ears.
—Terri Guillemets
Our bodies let go when it’s time to let go — it’s called death. We ought to let go of the little burdensome things each day — that’s called living.
—Terri Guillemets
Death bumps into life many times as just a passerby — says excuse me then goes on his way.
—Terri Guillemets