pick out your fears
worries, anger, and hate
from the bag of stones you carry
and love, find yourself lifted by
the wings of featherweight faith
—Terri Guillemets
wings
Liftoff
believing my wings were fragile and fractured
in my formidable forties, i abandoned
approaching fifty, i know my wings are strong
they just cannot lift so many heavy
—Terri Guillemets
Fantastic shores
in bed at night his mind had a ferocious imagination
reality and unreality haunted his turbulent brain
the years ticked, an infinite clock of destiny
searching moonlight for the promise of a future
his reveries of heart were coasting on a fairy’s wing
as the world and universe drifted by fantastic shores
but the sea, work, and women — physical outlets —
were his anchor — something old, hard, and soft
—Terri Guillemets
scrambled blackout poetry created from F. Scott Fitzgerald,
Goosebumps
A flock of honking geese
just flew over my city backyard
goosebumps, I got goosebumps
never, ever have I seen this
beautiful feat of nature from
my own little speck I call home
for an awesome morning moment
all my human burdens forgotten
—Terri Guillemets
Soaring
Give your stress wings and let it fly away.
—Terri Guillemets
Upward
I am not a wing
but a feather —
I can’t fly, however
all of us together
we can, by rising
do almost anything!
—Terri Guillemets
Depending
Sometimes life gives honey
and other times, stings;
Sometimes we need roots—
and other times, wings.
—Terri Guillemets
Party angels
Every time a champagne bottle pops, a party angel gets its wings.
—Terri Guillemets