The Quote Garden ™
“I dig old books.” ™
& Altered Prose:
Welcome to my page of blackout poetry and altered prose from miscellaneous authors and books. These verses are a "collaboration" of the original author's words and my selective removal of words. Wording is in the exact order as the original work except where indicated as "scrambled." The only modifications are punctuation and capitalization. —ღ Terri
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, "Fantastic shores," 2019, scrambled blackout poetry created from F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, 1925, pages 98–99
Imagine, open up, reach out.
Spend time with love,
adventure and joy,
curiosity and wildflowers.
~Terri Guillemets, "Blossoming heart," 2019, blackout poetry created from Mary Carter, Return to Hampton Beach, 2014, chapter 8
to grow up
to forgive everything.
~Terri Guillemets, "Metamorphosis," 2018, blackout poetry created from Danielle Steel, Fairy Tale, 2017, page 148
Women should have history,
taking pride and not ashamed;
not to hide from hate,
bitterness, fear, protest,
from the narrowness of life
imposed on her.
~Terri Guillemets, "Woolf's advice to women," 2019, blackout poetry created from Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own, 1929, page 74
Kiss me, damnit. My lips have been seeking forgiveness. ~Terri Guillemets, 2019, blackout poetry created from Helena Hunting, Inked Armor, 2014, page 69
My mind —
a million goals,
~Terri Guillemets, "Simply put," 2019, blackout poetry created from Jodi Picoult, Salem Falls, 2001, pages 54–55
Literature is freedom of mind,
the great pleasure of setting pen to paper.
~Terri Guillemets, "Classic," 2019, blackout poetry created from Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own, 1929, page 83
Art, the splendid gift —
freedom of expression.
~Terri Guillemets, "Artist in the wild," 2019, blackout poetry created from Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own, 1929, page 84
dead, silent, ghostly
trembling in dismay
the time has come
he became paw prints
in a dream
his heart at the end
of the trail of prints
no more cozy fur
what am i to do?
despair, loneliness, sorrow
She looked at the cat,
~Terri Guillemets, "The mark of a paw," 2019, blackout poetry created from Rafe Martin, Birdwing, 2005, pages 226–232
quiet, still; early, cool
a wonder of many colours
bright yellow rising sun
beauty — the sky streaking light
from delicate wings
~Terri Guillemets, "Dawn waking," 2019, blackout poetry created from Cliff McNish, The Scent of Magic, 2001, pages 41–44
Soul houses an ancient meaning and wonder,
a powerful passion, a wilderness magnificent,
enthusiastic fire, wishes, nerves, and mazes,
light, compassion, burning curiosity, truth, hope.
~Terri Guillemets, "Soul home," 2019, blackout poetry created from Edgar Allan Poe, "Metzengerstein," 1832, pages 113–117 of the Poe Complete Tales and Poems, Fall River Press, 2012
Her touch was the kindest welcome
— as silky as sleep.
Love is not necessary to explain.
~Terri Guillemets, "Welcome," 2019, blackout poetry created from Maud Casey, The Man Who Walked Away, 2014, pages 115–116
Hello. I am a book addict. I sniff books.
Beautiful — my good friend, the Library.
I appreciate my wonderful friends, books — grateful for them all.
~Terri Guillemets, "Book addict," 2018, blackout poetry created from Kate Carlisle, One Book in the Grave, 2012, page 1
a busy life
was in my nature;
restlessness must have action
~Terri Guillemets, "Too much doing," 2019, scrambled blackout poetry created from Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own, 1929, page 75
The voice of Death said his name;
he perished indeed.
His widow — in bereavement —
turned to flames and disappeared
amid the whirlwind of fire.
A calm white light
turned quietly into spirit.
~Terri Guillemets, "Bereaved," 2019, blackout poetry created from Edgar Allan Poe, "Metzengerstein," 1832, pages 116–119 of the Poe Complete Tales and Poems, Fall River Press, 2012
idle caprices of heart & mind
roads of velvet
a time-worn glow
~Terri Guillemets, "Poem of the INFJ," 2019, blackout poetry created from Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, "A Chapter in the History of a Tyrone Family," 1880, as published in The Oxford Book of Gothic Tales, 1992, pages 107–111
the trees, the clouds, the sky
her heart pulsing, love unfurled
breeze swaying the night
pleasure embracing the moment
~Terri Guillemets, "She loves a night walk," 2019, blackout poetry created from Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary, 1857, pages 245–246 (Penguin 2003 paperback, translated by Geoffrey Wall)
books, red wine, happy hours,
literature, art, comfort food,
laughter, quotes, the woods —
the very things that mean life —
friends, family, home, love,
home-made dinners, purpose,
movement, work, respect, hope,
and dismissal of the phone
~Terri Guillemets, "Contents of a happy life," 2019, blackout poetry created from Louise Penny, Still Life, 2005, pages 170–177
Party in a mountain of all the colours of ice-cream! ~Terri Guillemets, "Ice cream rainbow," 2019, blackout poetry created from Roald Dahl, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, 1964, pages 108–109 (Puffin paperback, 2016)
pleasant comfort, wellbeing
kindness far and near, old friends —
sun declining, evening approaching
how deeply I feel, heartily
on my life, I thank God
~Terri Guillemets, "Life's been good," 2018, blackout poetry created from William Henry Perkin, speech, 1906 July 26th, London
A tattered mess, appalling.
You deny it. You will not promise
not to harm the children.
Don't destroy the children.
The ice wept
He permitted no resistance,
it grew bolder. They lost any fear.
What have you done
to the children?
The attack on atmosphere;
the sound of children, the boy,
he should be with his family.
Deliberately ignoring the obvious.
Looking down on us, using power
as death-spells, as death-spells.
Stop the attacks.
Time for a fight.
~Terri Guillemets, "Fight back," 2019, blackout poetry created from Cliff McNish, The Scent of Magic, 2001, pages 180–187
Last saved 2020 Dec 26 Sat 11:02 PST