reading in my cozy bed, ridiculously late
words begin to slur and rhymes, to blear
my eyelids fight me — like a heavyweight
goodnight, sweet sleepy zzzzzhakespeare
—Terri Guillemets
reading
Long ago now
I am searching for my feelings
through shelves of dusty books
can’t help but feel I’ve left them
in some forgotten ancient nooks
as if an author long before me
captured my emotions in his day
and saved them in fine poetry
for future me to find someway
—Terri Guillemets
Censorship
To kill words with fear,
It’s a dreadful thing.
—Don’t.
—Terri Guillemets, “Censorship: What the D!ck@%$?”
blackout poetry created from Charles Dickens, “The Haunted Man and the Ghost’s Bargain,” 1848
Only bruises
Poetry allows
my soul to age gracefully
my mind to land softly
amongst the new gray hairs —
without it I’d have thunked
into my forties with
tail bone, funny bone
and spirit broken
—Terri Guillemets
Classics declassified
Grass of Walt
[D!@%] of Moby
Boz gets Lit
Bard’s the [$h¡t]
—Terri Guillemets
Stimulant
Reading in bed is a gateway drug to writing in bed.
—Terri Guillemets
Biblioinsomnia
Up late with books, reading in bed—
Up early with coffee, extra lead.
—Terri Guillemets
Antennae
Read instead of watch TV?
Now there’s a novel idea!
—Terri Guillemets