The Quote Garden

 I dig old books.

 Est. 1998

Home      About      Contact      Terms      Privacy

Terri Guillemets
Archives — 2012

This is the archive of my publicly published writing from 2012 — the good, the bad, the active and the retired.  It includes content written for The Quote Garden as well as personal journals and writings.  Some entries were originally untitled with a title added later, and some were first published under other pen names.  —tg, 2023

SEE  ALSO 2024,  2023,  2022,  2021,  2020,  2019,  2018,  2017,  2016,  2015,  2014,  2013,  YOU  ARE  HERE,  2011,  2010,  2009,  2008,  2007,  2006,  2005,  2004,  2003,  2002,  2001,  2000,  1999,  1998,  1997,  1996,  1995,  1994,  1993,  1992,  1991,  1990,  1980s,  ARCHIVES  HOMEPAGE

Those we love and lose are always connected by heartstrings into infinity.

      TITLE:  Connections
      DATE:  2012 Apr 6

Fear is advance panic of unexpected life.

      DATE:  2012 Jan 7

This smile isn't a lack of pain. It's a victory gesture of not letting pain defeat me.

      DATE:  2012 Jan 14

Life is so much clearer under the stars than under a roof.

      DATE:  2012 Oct 15

verses of veggies
poems of fruit
dotted with seeds
raw green rhymes
in melodious bodies

      DATE:  2012 Mar 9

Women blossom and re-blossom throughout their lives, thus in age making a beautifully garden'd reminiscence of many kinds of flowers.

      TITLE:  Tending
      DATE:  2012 May 8
      AGE:  thirty-eight

There's no reason Grief and Hope can't be friends.

      DATE:  2012 Dec 25

Pressure cranks and presses Life
squeezing out essence of self
aromatic with bittersweet memories
pungent adversities, and
the honey-musk of desire —

vapors hover over our inkpots
and if we are willing and able
to pick up the feather
it becomes our poetry.

      DATE:  2012 Feb 19
      NOTES:  revised

I use wine as a bottle opener to poetry.

      TITLE:  Uncorking inner verse
      DATE:  2012 Jun 27

A lumberjack's best friend is a good lager.

      DATE:  2012 Jun 1

A signature is the shape of our personality, our nameprint, our soulmark in ink.

      DATE:  2012 Jun 3

If you let go of the things you're addicted to, your pains will let go of you.

      DATE:  2012 Jul 7

On the days I've had too much coffee, my writing style turns to overcaffeinated spiritual warrior.

      TITLE:  Kiai!
      DATE:  2012 Jan 6

human life is so
complex but should be much much
much much much simpler

      TITLE:  It's too much!
      DATE:  2012 Mar 8
      STATUS:  senryu

If your storm has lightning and rainbows —
Be glad, be glad.

      DATE:  2012 Mar 18

Under the giving snow blossoms a daring spring.

      TITLE:  Imperceptible
      DATE:  2012 Mar 9

The emotional weight of clutter crushes our souls and our lives.

      DATE:  2012 Mar 18

Healing from grief is allowing the courage and purpose within you and the love someone else left you, to merge and create a new sense of being.

      DATE:  2012 Mar 31

Grief is processing what's been taken from you, what's still within you, and all the blessings and memories left behind by the one you're grieving.

      DATE:  2012 Mar 31

Grief is historian of the heart.

      DATE:  2012 Apr 11

Beer is liquid frivolity
Wine, scarlet truth

      DATE:  2012 Apr 19

Resist winter as you will — the cold will come.

      DATE:  2012 Nov 17

last night's songful winter breezes
scattered autumn's yellow leaves
onto this morning's frosted earth

      DATE:  2012 Dec 11

Halfway in — this loveliness called Winter, so soon — and halfway out, already.

      TITLE:  Midwinter's day
      DATE:  2012 Dec 21

This website is fueled by coffee, tea, chocolate, and the occasional square meal.

      DATE:  2012 Oct 17
      WEBSITE:  The Quote Garden

A moderate adventure is no adventure.

      DATE:  2012 Jan 17

My dream job is glitter farmer.

      DATE:  2012 Feb 12
      REALLY?:  No.

Love is a river of risk that ends in an ocean of security.

      DATE:  2012 Mar 29

Some say that I'm too damn cheerful. They assume I haven't been knocked around enough in life. Well, I have had many blessings. But if those people only knew the struggles I've had too:  sharp, excruciating, gnawing, vicious; external, internal; brutally quick and achingly ongoing; lightning strikes and hammer blows, tripping falls face-to-ground. If only they knew the many forms of pain I've endured. If only they would realize that most people endure lots of painful struggle in their private lives, even if they never show it.

But despite that and despite them, I say:  Why nurture the negative? With each adversity and graying year comes a brighter, giddier laugh and a more sincere, deeper smile. My heart gets both weaker and stronger with each blow, and every knockout convinces me that I don't want to spend any more time, not even mere seconds, being miserable or resentful or smeared with the filth of the past. I wash myself clean each morning and try to brave the new day.

I'm not going to let hard times steal my happiness — not while there are still beautiful skies and green trees and good people left in the world. If I were to give away my contentment to hardships — if any of us did — we would be giving away that which remains and makes life worth living. So, I'll take whatever I can get in lessons and give whatever I can in smiles. And yes, I hug and I love! — these are my comforts amongst the ills of life, not my cheerfulness because I have no ills.

      TITLE:  Kicked happy, fallen grateful
      DATE:  2012 Nov 5
      AGE:  thirty-nine
      NOTES:  revised

I'm a quotation anthologist. I write with other people's words. As all writers do.

      DATE:  2012 Jun 28

An elegant poet I am not —
I write poetry as a man slips on a banana peel.
But fate must call on mediocrity as well as genius,
And fruit as well as nuts.

      TITLE:  Delusions? none
      DATE:  2012 Mar 8

Miss Quote is so inaccurate
She never gets it right;
Miss Attribute does so too
Forever wrongly cite,
Spreading literary blight!

      DATE:  2012 Jun 8

It doesn't really matter what the reason is that you're childless — if it hurts, it hurts.

      TITLE:  Barren thoughts
      DATE:  2012 Apr 29

birds chirping midsummer happiness —
apricot-juiced beaks, warm repose
perhaps dreams of autumn on their wings

      DATE:  2012 Jun 20

After an unusually plain-empty-sky spring and early summer, it is finally monsoon season — or as I call it:  cloud season. Yippee!

      DATE:  2012 Jul 8
      LOCATION:  PҺoenᎥᶍ  ArᎥɀønα


      TITLE:  Poem of the April Palo Verde
      DATE:  2012 Apr 26
      LOCATION:  PҺoenᎥᶍ  ArᎥɀønα


Stories live in typewriters. Try a different typewriter — you may get a different story.

      DATE:  2012 Jun 22

Whichever of you weather gods is in charge of rain, please, why do you torture us day after day with neverending clear blue skies?

      DATE:  2012 Mar 10
      LOCATION:  PҺoenᎥᶍ  ArᎥɀønα

YEARLY  ARCHIVES 2024,  2023,  2022,  2021,  2020,  2019,  2018,  2017,  2016,  2015,  2014,  2013,  YOU  ARE  HERE,  2011,  2010,  2009,  2008,  2007,  2006,  2005,  2004,  2003,  2002,  2001,  2000,  1999,  1998,  1997,  1996,  1995,  1994,  1993,  1992,  1991,  1990,  1980s,  ARCHIVES  HOMEPAGE

Terri Guillemets
Archives — 2012

Home      About      Contact      Terms      Privacy