God completed my heart
then you finished it —
mortal combat style
—Terri Guillemets
heart
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
—Terri Guillemets
Girl-heart
her smiling girl-heart danced
behind the grey, grey hair
—Terri Guillemets
scrambled blackout poetry created from Enid Bagnold, National Velvet, 1935,
For want of wings
for want of wings
we have been earthbound —
but hearts and dreams soar
—Terri Guillemets
scrambled blackout poetry created from Rafe Martin, Birdwing, 2005,
Water cycle
to cry is beautiful —
the beauty of one’s pain
leaving the heart
—Terri Guillemets
blackout poetry created from Maud Casey, The Man Who Walked Away, 2014,
Spirit-gears
A beating heart needs a soul to go with it, or it’s nothing but a machine.
—Terri Guillemets
Whole body, whole spirit
We thank
on our knees
with folded hands
for full bellies
and fuller hearts
—Terri Guillemets
S.W.A.K.
Love letter: an inky heartprint.
—Terri Guillemets
Away
Sometimes what gets to you most isn’t the large holes that get ripped from your heart but the fraying of its edges — when what held you together isn’t anymore.
—Terri Guillemets
I’m positive!
my veins are lined
with a velvet hope
my soul is electric
and lights with dreams
my mind is infinite
and buzzes with wonder
my heart is beyond alive
and gushes boundless love
my body is fragile
yet heals as if magic
my will is strong
and dances with courage
—Terri Guillemets
Connections
Those we love and lose are always connected by heartstrings into infinity.
—Terri Guillemets
Winter sparks
snowflakes fall from the sky
in peppermint perfection —
i kiss you with quivering lips
but cold is not the reason —
you set my winter heart on fire
and keep me warm all season
—Terri Guillemets
Selves
A philosopher lives in your mind,
a lover in your heart,
an alchemist in your soul.
—Terri Guillemets