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Terri Guillemets
Archives — 2019
This is the archive of my publicly published writing from 2019 — the good, the bad, the active and the
Let’s get drunk at the library
and have a book party!
“What a good time!” she said
in an excited whisper.
TITLE: Book party!
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, 1925
DATE: 2019 Aug 19
Aging is millions of moments
stacked upon tumbling years
TITLE: Precarious
DATE: 2019 Jun 3
Prayer is for the grateful and for the
TITLE: None excluded
DATE: 2019 Jan 12
Regret is the glue that makes grief stick around for a lifetime.
TITLE: Why we can't let go
DATE: 2019 Nov 5
It's not that the people
with nice shiny attitudes
have not been banged up—
but they buff out their
dings and scratches with
gratitude and positivity
perspective and grace
resilience and courage
with purpose and faith.
TITLE: How to shine
DATE: 2019 May 27
Sometimes what gets to you most isn't the large holes that get ripped from your heart but the fraying of its edges — when what held you together isn't anymore.
TITLE: Away
DATE: 2019 Jan 11
NOTES: revised
We thank
on our knees
with folded hands
for full bellies
and fuller hearts
TITLE: Whole body, whole spirit
DATE: 2019 Jan 12
When you're used to seeing someone day after day, for years on end, and then suddenly they're gone, you
TITLE: Abrupt
DATE: 2019 Apr 7
Nature is now.
Humans are a tangled mess of past, present, and future.
DATE: 2019 Apr 20
two in the morning
mind humming from the inside out
thinking about how much I think
TITLE: Two AM
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Jodi Picoult, Salem Falls, 2001
DATE: 2019 Jan 3
Eating a lot of garbage and dessert-obsessive
for several months, I put on a few pounds
— and more.
Waddling is hell, and fat is a problem for the heart
— I’m hungry & in pain.
Waist weight is a cruel joke, and age is no help.
TITLE: Midlife midriff
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: David Sedaris, Me Talk Pretty One Day, 2000
DATE: 2019 Jul 19
dancing in the rain
at nature's cloudy party
TITLE: Two A.M. drops
DATE: 2019 Jan 12
You don't always have to pray for something, or to someone — you can just
TITLE: Emanate
DATE: 2019 Jan 21
Middle age — a stealthy, crafty nemesis.
TITLE: What 45 feels like at 3 a.m.
DATE: 2019 Jan 26
Why does cold weather refresh old griefs?
More quiet for reflection?
Longer nights to lie awake?
Like citrus, grief is a winter fruit.
TITLE: Memories shiver
DATE: 2019 Nov 24
NOTES: revised
The glow of the moon is poetry
The blossoming of flowers is poetry
The blossoming of woman is poetry
The glow of woman is poetry —
and even more so, because
the light comes from within.
TITLE: Glows & blossoms
DATE: 2019 May 17
Moonlight is a beautiful and comforting reminder that the sun is still out there somewhere.
TITLE: Glow, shine, reflect
DATE: 2019 Oct 13
Fortune is a centaur —
half man, half luck.
TITLE: Hoofprints
DATE: 2019 Sep 4
three o'clock—
anxiety, regret
in the depths of worry
swept away in the
whirlwind of nothing—
a horrible nothing
TITLE: Insomnia ticking
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Octave Mirbeau, The Diary of a Chambermaid,
DATE: 2019 Apr 6
A book, a book,
and another book —
my real friends, because
I can't stand people.
TITLE: I ¾ Jest
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Ouida Sebestyen, Words by Heart, 1979
DATE: 2019 Jan 3
Time — the abundance of now.
TITLE: It's all here
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Cliff McNish, The Scent of Magic, 2001
DATE: 2019 May 8
everything would
be all right —
from the ashes
hope was aflame
TITLE: From the ashes
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Rafe Martin, Birdwing, 2005
DATE: 2019 May 16
don't disdain the youth their ideals
or their puppy love head-over-heels
eventually they will learn and settle
inevitable retrogress—lover & rebel
TITLE: Begrudge
DATE: 2019 Jan 10
With each passing year, the body turns more prison than shelter.
TITLE: The feels & frights of aging
DATE: 2019 Jan 12
AGE: forty-five
A beating heart needs a soul to go with it, or it's nothing but a machine.
TITLE: Spirit-gears
DATE: 2019 Jan 21
As Earth sways us from winter to spring
Nature begins her grace of glorious green
TITLE: Green grace
DATE: 2019 Feb 12
Love letter: an inky heartprint.
TITLE: S.W.A.K.
DATE: 2019 Jan 12
sand-dust with cream
intensely mauve'd rust
velvety blue-grey-indigo —
layers of early winter's
desert dawn horizon
TITLE: Muted striations
DATE: 2019 Oct 27
LOCATION: PҺoenᎥᶍ ArᎥɀønα
Her smiling girl-heart danced
behind the grey, grey hair.
TITLE: Girl-heart
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Enid Bagnold, National Velvet, 1935
DATE: 2019 Aug 5
Grieving makes us stronger
it gives us a spirit of grace
and the grace of spirit —
Our hearts feel weaker
but living past loss is
the ultimate courage —
We honor our loved ones
by living on despite,
and all the more because.
TITLE: Memorial
DATE: 2019 May 27
NOTES: revised
the wilderness died
of a broken heart—
from bad decisions and
evil battles of grown men
TITLE: Killing nature
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Rafe Martin, Birdwing, 2005
DATE: 2019 May 16
3 a.m. ink is pure and unfiltered —
specks of truth glimmer in candlelight
TITLE: Insomnia ink
DATE: 2019 Jan 13
A writer's aura is the color of ink.
TITLE: Aglow
DATE: 2019 Jan 12
Hope follows death. It has to, or death serves no purpose.
TITLE: Earthglow
DATE: 2019 Jan 15
The last breath is as sacred as the first.
TITLE: Trails
DATE: 2019 Jan 21
Grief is reading —
over and over again —
the goodbye poem
Death wrote to you
DATE: 2019 Jan 30
At a certain point, some of us just sit down and watch the rest of our lives
Don't let it happen to you!
TITLE: Daze in a rut
DATE: 2019 Oct 26
Sometimes control hurts more than chaos.
DATE: 2019 Mar 27
NOTES: revised
WILD
is beautiful
wild is free —
wilderness is not
an empty canvas
for Man to do
what he will—
wilderness is
an already full canvas
painted by God
TITLE: WILD'ness
DATE: 2019 Sep 4
Grief bores holes
in our hearts & heads
like a woodpecker
— peck peck peck
— knock knock knock
You can't make it stop
Eventually it flies away
— but leaves pits
that never fully heal
DATE: 2019 May 4
After reading countless health books over the past couple of decades, I can tell you it pretty much all boils down to this: Eat plenty of veggies, work, play, rest, and
TITLE: Saving y’all some time
DATE: 2019 May 8
golden hour of magical light
the sky alive, born of the sun
ephemeral link to the moment
TITLE: Golden Hour
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: T. Greenwood, The Golden Hour, 2017
DATE: 2019 Apr 6
October’s autumn
casts a gentle light
and a calm serenity
before the stark
barrenness of winter
is born to November
TITLE: The fall of October
DATE: 2019 Oct 3
Grieving is being
at the bottom
of quicksand
trying to claw
my way up —
because I need to breathe
When you died, my
breath left with you
my lungs, my life —
are filled with half-breaths
I’m thankful for your life
is all that gets me through
TITLE: Half-breaths
DATE: 2019 Feb 25
Missing you isn't just an empty void — it's
TITLE: Holes & tears
DATE: 2019 Jan 26
Poetic words flow much better in pleasant climes—
Springtime and autumn, more friendly for rhymes
Winter’s good too, we self-reflect well in cold times
But blazing summer melts words & numbs minds!
TITLE: Spring’s sure well-done over, at 100°
DATE: 2019 Apr 25
Nature is gasping
for breath
under Humans
the stranglers
DATE: 2019 Jun 5
I read an article stating that cats don't understand death the way humans do, so they don't fear it like we do. I think they understand better than we do and therefore don't fear it like we do.
TITLE: Understanding death
DATE: 2019 Jan 17
Death drops the outer shell and lets the pure inner light shine—
O spirit, glow like the bright colorful star you've been all along!
DATE: 2019 Jan 23
Some things in our lives are as constant as the sun and others as fleeting as a shooting star. But we are thankful for all light that brightens our paths.
TITLE: Rays & flickers
DATE: 2019 Jan 23
The candle of prayer answers the darkness.
TITLE: Questions in the dark
DATE: 2019 May 8
my life is like
a dust storm in fog
nonstop thunder
that i thought
was my heartbeat
TITLE: Clear as mud
DATE: 2019 Jun 19
I like people who don't take life too seriously but who do take very seriously the gratitude for being alive.
DATE: 2019 Dec 7
I’m trapped in reality —
Come rescue me, angel of dreams.
TITLE: “Confabulations”
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Connie Willis, Passage, 2001
DATE: 2019 Jul 10
History: memories speaking.
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Helena Hunting, Inked Armor, 2014
DATE: 2019 Jan 17
My grief is like a magician's endless scarf — the more I let out the more there is.
TITLE: Grief at dark of night
DATE: 2019 Jan 26
GRIEF is…
Grief is a feeling of drowning.
Grief is incompleteness.
Grief is aloneness.
Grief is sometimes indistinguishable from guilt.
Grief is selfish.
Grief is universal.
Grief is a continuation of love.
Grief is slowly letting go over years.
Grief is 33% of my insides.
Grief is part of being a family.
Grief is inextricable from life.
Grief is lost chances, lost hopes, lost friendships, lost youth.
Grief is unavoidable.
Grief is unstoppable sinking.
Grief is so much more than just death.
Grief is childlessness.
Grief is something you can pause, bookmark, and pick up on later.
Grief is an entire army of emotions.
Grief is a creature you can't outrun.
Grief is relieved by talking with a ghost.
Grief is relived by talking with a ghost.
Grief is a look behind many people's eyes.
Grief is easier in springtime & summer than autumn & winter.
Grief is the real reason behind many other emotions and actions.
Grief is neverending.
Grief is exhausting.
Grief is when memories hurt.
Grief is a part of every breath.
Grief is reading the farewell poem that Death wrote to you.
Grief is a hug from your psyche: the kind when you're held from behind and it makes you just start bawling.
Grief is easy to feel and difficult to let go of.
Grief is incapable of being caught by words.
Grief is dried leaves, but that doesn't mean you can't dance amongst their beauty and remember the green tree.
Grief is quickly rehydrated with sudden tears.
Grief is a hammer-blow to the heart.
Grief is both silent and vocal.
Grief is not a black hole but a prismatic abyss dispersing all colors of memories, love, and feelings.
Grief is a part of life as much as it is a part of death.
Grief is many a lyric in many a sad song.
Grief is washing sorrow clean with your tears.
Grief is not nearly as bad if there are no regrets.
Grief is the basis of half my poems.
Grief is a friend in its own right.
TITLE: Grief is listless
DATE: 2019 Jan 30
NOTES: freewriting
I looove plenty of coffee
the energy, my heart racing
thinking foolishly optimistic
coffee BUZZ coffee coffee
— awake until 3 A.M.!
TITLE: Coffee fool
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: T. Greenwood, The Golden Hour, 2017
DATE: 2019 Apr 6
awake until 3 A.M.
hard hours — in the dark
anxious shadows lingered in my imagination
TITLE: Hard hours
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: T. Greenwood, The Golden Hour, 2017
DATE: 2019 Apr 6
Live close to the soil and its energy.
TITLE: Source
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: D. C. Jarvis, Folk Medicine, 1958
DATE: 2019 May 1
Nature—
exquisite beauty and elegance
antique yet fresh
TITLE: O! Nature
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Plutarch, "Pericles," trans. Dryden–Clough
DATE: 2019 May 6
swirls of light
as morning blazed alive
the darkness left
TITLE: Dawn swirls to life
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Maud Casey, The Man Who Walked Away, 2014
DATE: 2019 May 15
Tea — a way to the moment.
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Holly Chamberlin, Summer Memories, 2014
DATE: 2019 Jul 19
let go of the past
— the rotting past
forget, and make tea
— just stop thinking
TITLE: Forget & make tea
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Holly Chamberlin, Summer Memories, 2014
DATE: 2019 Jul 19
moments drift like smoke
disappearing while you sleep
tick, tick, tick
tick, tick, tick
TITLE: Drifter
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Maud Casey, The Man Who Walked Away, 2014
DATE: 2019 May 15
early morning in maple woods
angels in the leaves
October, breathtaking amber bliss
autumn chill and artists' colors
painted full of wonderment
TITLE: Maple fall
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Louise Penny, Still Life, 2005
DATE: 2019 May 16
my life story
of forty years
sadness and joy
years ticking
hair gray
wrinkles approach
roads narrow—
and
I know
exactly who I am
TITLE: Mid-flight
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Nicholas Sparks, A Walk to Remember, 1999
DATE: 2019 Jun 11
Panic — a trap of darkness.
TITLE: Panic attack
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Cliff McNish, The Scent of Magic, 2001
DATE: 2019 May 8
Grief cries pain and sighs love.
DATE: 2019 Jan 19
I’m crying tears of coffee past.
TITLE: Withdrawal!
DATE: 2019 Jan 10
After thirty-four years of writing — I feel that I'm finally about to break free from my juvenilia phase. In a few more years.
TITLE: Self-taut
DATE: 2019 Jan 11
Some weeds are nourishing, and some medicinal;
Some are beautiful, colorful, and downright flowery;
And yet others, even those that pop up one fine morning
as the tiniest innocent young sprouts of green —
are relentless, run riot, and are one hundred and ten percent determined as @#!% to @#!% up your @#!% yard if it @#!% kills the @#!% both of you!
TITLE: Desert weeds after heavy rains
DATE: 2019 Feb 12
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
TITLE: Fantastic shores
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, 1925
DATE: 2019 Aug 20
Kiss me, damnit. My lips have been seeking forgiveness.
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Helena Hunting, Inked Armor, 2014
DATE: 2019 Jan 17
We picked up your ashes today —
when I look at them, I see bone
when I close my eyes
— I see light
Something like an invisible hand
raises my lowered chin
— “Keep looking up”
Was that your gesture? or God’s?
I loved you on earth
and I love you beyond
— Welcome home
TITLE: We picked up your ashes today
DATE: 2019 Feb 11
GRIEF twists the heart
and contorts the mind
carves the spirit hollow
wrings the past to tears
torrentially obscuring future
LOVE saturates memory
until sorrow overflows
into every pore of the present
ALL you feel is emptiness
and a lump in the throat
platitudes no consolation —
but living on nonetheless
TITLE: Grieving to the marrow
DATE: 2019 Mar 2
Immediate grief is a falling to the knees, a bleeding of the heart, a blow to the soul. Ongoing grief is a getting up; a call to move on; a healing and strengthening; a melding of soul with sorrow, with loss, with life; a transforming of self to renewed being, rebuilt with the leavings of another.
TITLE: Forever lit with the soul of another
DATE: 2019 Mar 5
NOTES: prose version
Immediate grief —
a falling to the knees
a bleeding of the heart
a blow to the soul
Ongoing grief —
a getting up
a call to move on
a healing & strengthening
a melding of soul
with sorrow
with loss
with life
a transforming of self
to renewed being
rebuilt with the
leavings of another
TITLE: Forever lit with the soul of another
DATE: 2019 Mar 5
NOTES: poetic version
Winter is a white-gray paradise blunted of details — the simple season.
DATE: 2019 Oct 1
It is said that the body will heal itself of many things, if we will allow it to do its job and not overburden it with remedies — the same is true of our spirit and soul.
TITLE: Quiet healing
DATE: 2019 Nov 4
NOTES: revised
I read a book and pick out the quotes.
TITLE: What I do
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Sally Smith O’Rourke, The Man Who Loved Jane Austen, 2001
DATE: 2019 Sep 18
Early summer, late at night
Pleasant sweet-smelling air
Clouds veiling a half-lit moon
Scorpius crawling up the sky
Tree-hid birds awake chirping
Lone dog barking in its yard
Startled stray cats darting
Crickets playing insistent songs
Quiet of people gone to bed
Mellow breezes gently stirring
Damp-grass lawns subtly cooling
Street lights too brightly illuming
Saguaro blooms softly glowing
TITLE: City-desert nightwalk
DATE: 2019 May 11
Outside my window —
spring birds rally:
warbles and chirps
nests, trees, eggs —
avian clamor
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Abby Geni, The Lightkeepers, 2016
DATE: 2019 Jun 8
like wild animals, i am happy hiding
the artificial frightens my being —
but it is time to fight for the Earth!
TITLE: Fight for our lives
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Rafe Martin, Birdwing, 2005
DATE: 2019 Aug 3
to cry is beautiful —
the beauty of one's pain
leaving the heart
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Maud Casey, The Man Who Walked Away, 2014
DATE: 2019 May 8
Yes!
the delightful serenity of an autumn breeze
colorful leaves meandering as they please
TITLE: Change is in the air
DATE: 2019 Oct 28
a vast lawn of vibrant green grass —
one neon magenta bougainvillea flower
resting idly in the warm autumn sun
TITLE: Stillness
DATE: 2019 Oct 28
pulse tells our secrets —
seeking wellness with needles
healer points the way —
DATE: 2019 Jun 15
writing is knitting —
colors and stories
a map of soul
and glint of madness
TITLE: Ink knitting
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Alice Walker, The Temple of My Familiar, 1989
DATE: 2019 Jun 11
I've got health by garden,
a life of meaning and light.
TITLE: Health by garden
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Alice Walker, The Temple of My Familiar, 1989
DATE: 2019 Jun 11
If we live each day,
live each day as the last—
if we should live each day,
we live a thousand years.
TITLE: “Life is a blessing, friends”
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Jess Lair, "I ain't much, baby—but I'm all I've got.", 1969
DATE: 2019 Jun 11
for want of wings
we have been earthbound —
but hearts and dreams soar
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Rafe Martin, Birdwing, 2005
DATE: 2019 Aug 3
first cold-weather storm of the season
yellow leaves flying off windy trees
birds pecking out a last-minute snack
sudden rain pelting shivering shrubs
TITLE: November storm
DATE: 2019 Nov 19
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
TITLE: Goosebumps
DATE: 2019 Jul 31
seasons in the garden
have an ancient grace
TITLE: Year-Round Dreams
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Jane Yolen, Here There Be Unicorns, 1994
DATE: 2019 Dec 19
How like a lovely autumn morning,
serene middle age —
a sanctuary of mind, a chapel;
the age of faith on a deep foundation,
and the age of reason;
silver fellowships, libraries and deep reflection,
wine, liberty, a milder manifestation of the soul;
brilliance upon our lips, more profound, subtle;
the rich flame of the good life, how sweet —
listening to the murmur of change
TITLE: Ode to middle age
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own, 1929
DATE: 2019 Jan 3
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.
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own, 1929
DATE: 2019 Jan 3
Mama dove paces the fencetop above her injured baby
It tries to fly with wounded wing, feathers not in sync
She waits, waits through afternoon and into nightfall
As patiently as love itself — life fluttering on the brink
TITLE: May birds of spirit
DATE: 2019 May 26
The shadows are falling the same as they were last year—
the early summer calm sounds the same as it did last year
as it did at this same time last year, when the babies died
when the babies died, and the mama grieved for days.
TITLE: This time last year
DATE: 2019 May 27
NOTES: revised
the pᖇ!@%$ and the d!@#$ and the yayholes
rudely driving round the big city streets —
just avoid them and get yourself home safely
ditch the memory and be happy in peace
TITLE: Don't drive yourself crazy
DATE: 2019 May 26
NOTES: revised
In my mind —
I’ve tried a million
times to go back
to that day —
tried to change
my choices
begged a do-over
from the universe
I’ve crippled myself with
guilt
sorrow
thrashing the quicksand
sinking in
layers of grief
fighting a sticky web
trapped in
regret-regret-regret
I don’t even care about
my own
broken heart
I’m sorry
I broke yours
TITLE: A January day that lives forever
DATE: 2019 Nov 24
a busy life
was in my nature;
restlessness must have action
TITLE: Too much doing
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own, 1929
DATE: 2019 Jul 10
Exhausted. 🥴
TITLE: Exhaustion. A Poem.
DATE: 2019 Mar 24
panic shatters
oxygen, brain, soul
body shaking
a dim mind, crushing mind
dark skyline of nothing
barely breathing, frenzy
out of control heart
clawing anguish
personal combat
TITLE: Panic attack
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Cliff McNish, The Scent of Magic, 2001
DATE: 2019 May 8
tea for one
memories for two
embrace the alone
drink to hope
TITLE: Dregs of faith
DATE: 2019 Mar 2
Quoting is, by a stroke of the pen,
making memories of amassed wisdom
and books and famous thought,
pictures of the mind of a writer,
the essential oil of truth in a notebook,
a catalogue of wonder and the universe;
copying pure nuggets on every page —
wise men and women, sages honoured;
making abstracts — every drop, truth.
TITLE: To quote
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own, 1929
DATE: 2019 Jan 3
his words kissed
the edge of my pleasure —
gloriously erotic
TITLE: Sweet dirty nothings
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Helena Hunting, Inked Armor, 2014
DATE: 2019 Jan 17
Transform FEAR into —
curiosity, love, kindness, humor, hope, joy, knowledge, focus, laughter, awareness, wonder, willpower, wings, experience, faith, fervor, challenge, gratitude, encouragement, enlightenment, goodwill, action, learning, beginnings, opportunity, aim, determination, adventure, character, smiles,
TITLE: A thousand choices
DATE: 2019 Mar 1
reverie
glittering confusion
idle caprices of heart & mind
romantic hope
self dread
imagination
free feelings
high spirits
wild wits
roads of velvet
broken light
a time-worn glow
TITLE: Poem of the INFJ
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Sheridan Le Fanu, "A Chapter in the History of a Tyrone Family," 1880
DATE: 2019 Apr 30
My mind —
a million goals,
philosophy, and
black coffee.
TITLE: Simply put
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Jodi Picoult, Salem Falls, 2001
DATE: 2019 Sep 18
nightcapped, drunk, lit, hammered
a twinkling mist of pleasure
TITLE: Imbibed
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: G. Flaubert, Madame Bovary, 1856, trans. G. Wall
DATE: 2019 May 6
Her touch was the kindest welcome
— as silky as sleep.
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Maud Casey, The Man Who Walked Away, 2014
DATE: 2019 May 8
Oscar Wilde said that a book earmarked is art, — reading art.
TITLE: The art of reading
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Louise Penny, Still Life, 2005
DATE: 2019 May 16
Dying—
Why, why?
moments later
dead, silent, ghostly
suddenly vanished
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
terribly sad
what am i to do?
despair, loneliness, sorrow
She looked at the cat,
"Farewell."
TITLE: “The mark of a paw”
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Rafe Martin, Birdwing, 2005
DATE: 2019 May 16
A tattered mess, appalling.
You deny it. You will not promise
not to harm the children.
Don't destroy the children.
Silence murmured
The ice wept
Turmoil unwavering
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.
TITLE: Fight back
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Cliff McNish, The Scent of Magic, 2001
DATE: 2019 May 8
Marvellous chocolate —
Rich warm creamy chocolate
Intense wonderful chocolate
Dark, light, nutty, or white
Chocolate! all shapes & sizes
It's the key to delight!
TITLE: Marvellous chocolate
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Roald Dahl, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, 1964
DATE: 2019 May 20
Party in a mountain of all the colours of ice-cream!
TITLE: Ice cream rainbow
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Roald Dahl, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, 1964
DATE: 2019 May 20
Her sister was
her lighthouse,
her joy, and
her best frenemy.
TITLE: Sis
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Elizabeth Bass, You Again, 2014
DATE: 2019 Jul 19
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
TITLE: Contents of a happy life
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Louise Penny, Still Life, 2005
DATE: 2019 May 16
Let go —
Open the cage of mind
Let the grief out
Reach for the health and peace
growing outside the cage —
Yes! Now's the time.
TITLE: Think outside the cage
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Rafe Martin, Birdwing, 2005
DATE: 2019 Aug 3
Imagine, open up, reach out.
Spend time with love,
adventure and joy,
curiosity and wildflowers.
TITLE: Blossoming heart
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Mary Carter, Return to Hampton Beach, 2014
DATE: 2019 Jul 19
Spend time barefoot with adventure and joy.
TITLE: Heart & sole
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Mary Carter, Return to Hampton Beach, 2014
DATE: 2019 Jul 19
A tall bookshelf at a discount!
She was so excited, a dream.
TITLE: Bibliophile shopping
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Mary Carter, Return to Hampton Beach, 2014
DATE: 2019 Jul 19
The tree gleamed in earth tones,
a friend to me —
and large enough for bookcases.
Conflicting emotions tore at me.
TITLE: Tree-guilt
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Lisa Jackson, His Bride to Be, 1990
DATE: 2019 Jul 19
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.
TITLE: Soul
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Edgar Allan Poe, "Metzengerstein," 1832
DATE: 2019 May 6
The voice of Death said his name.
He perished indeed. His widow —
in bereavement — became his spirit,
turned to flames, and disappeared
amid the whirlwind of fire — a calm
white light settled over the figure.
TITLE: Bereaved
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Edgar Allan Poe, "Metzengerstein," 1832
DATE: 2019 May 25
Death abandoned me at the edge of the abyss.
TITLE: Far & near
SOURCE: found poetry
BOOK: Octave Mirbeau, The Diary of a Chambermaid,
DATE: 2019 Apr 6
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