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
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
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, The Great Gatsby, 1925, Scribner 2004 trade paperback,
for want of wings
we have been earthbound —
but hearts and dreams soar
—Terri Guillemets
scrambled blackout poetry created from Rafe Martin, Birdwing, 2005,
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
Give your stress wings and let it fly away.
—Terri Guillemets
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
Every time a champagne bottle pops, a party angel gets its wings.
—Terri Guillemets