Quotes from Terri Guillemets

Wine, she serenades me with her first fragrant glass purring plush purple poetry Tra la la la la, tra lee! She dances in vinous metre in a second fermented flute trilling tipsy-turvy tunes Tra la la la la, tra leee! Sip slosh, now she mumbles bottle buzzing on pour three a faint intoxicated harmony Tra la la la la, tra leeee!

This year's book, at midnight turns to footnote in the next.

If my love for you can't be said in a posy, it can't be said in a library.

2020 is quicksand— Keep calm and try to make it out alive.

America 2020 is a bad dream — with woke citizens and an asleep government

Much poetry happens in the silence of 3 AM.

pulse tells our secrets — seeking wellness with needles healer points the way —

Addiction has a more powerful pull than just about anything else on earth.

Addiction is an anchor that won't break out.

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

That breeze in your soul is adventure calling.

Let the stormy sky be your prayer, raining faith down upon you.

Each negative experience hardens us a little more to life. Some of us are tough as concrete — but try to leave yourself a few cracks, so that flowers can still grow through.

Life leaves its bootprints all over us — we just have to keep getting back up.

Even when life isn't good on the outside, you have an option to make it good from the inside out.

Soul connections are often formed through the currents of adversity.

sometimes our hearts get tangled and our souls a little off-kilter friends and family can set us right and help guide us back to the light

Life is rough. If it were smooth, we'd slide right through it without noticing. A bumpy ride teaches us gratitude and perspective.

Let your joy scream across the pain.

Advertising is a bit like playing make-believe.

Middle age — a stealthy, crafty nemesis.

Aging is an exponential clock — ticking in runaway years.

Age composes poems upon our faces — with more meaning and fewer rhymes every passing year

Old Father Time fox-trots across my golden locks!