“The smell of ink is intoxication to me
others may have wine but I have poetry’
Terri Guillemets


Can’t move

stuck in the mire.

nothing to prove

I might retire.

what’s it all for?

this planet we’re from..

50 plus years

a lifetime of numb.

collecting change

from my black leather purse

years of hard work has now

led to this curse

in the deep fog

I’m used to it here

can’t move……stark black

out of tears