Joyfully spring from the last breaths of summer and gracefully fall into winter.
—Terri Guillemets
Joyfully spring from the last breaths of summer and gracefully fall into winter.
—Terri Guillemets
Book lovers are better under the covers.
—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
Say what! You mean
That’s not why they call it an
Em dash? — those Dickinson
Hyphens between?
—Terri Guillemets
I don’t cry over spilt milk, but a fallen scoop of ice cream is enough to ruin my whole day.
—Terri Guillemets
To journal is a present of the past to your future self.
—Terri Guillemets
poetry is combat—
soul verses world
—Terri Guillemets
I’m a coffee is half-full kind of girl.
—Terri Guillemets
Read instead of watch TV?
Now there’s a novel idea!
—Terri Guillemets
Birdsong: a branch of music.
—Terri Guillemets
I’ve had such bad insomnia the sleep cops have issued a warrant for my rest.
—Terri Guillemets
Just so you know, I lied about my weight on my poetic license.
—Terri Guillemets
The best part of happiness is the pines.
—Terri Guillemets