Writing poetry is letting your mind dance in the rain — no galoshes,
—Terri Guillemets
poetry
The graceful and beauteous
Flowers rewrite soil, water, and sunshine into petal’d poetry.
—Terri Guillemets
William Birdsworth, Alfred Lord Wrenison, Henry Wadsworth Songfellow, Rudyard Chirpling
Autumn birds speak cheerful poetry from their berry-stained beaks.
—Terri Guillemets
Treasure seeking you
Poetry — soul cartography.
—Terri Guillemets
Inching along, leaving behind
The poet is a sensitive snail
wandering along the path of life
leaving a glittering trail of words.
—Terri Guillemets
Word altar
An author can be just a writer, but a translator must always be a poet.
—Terri Guillemets
Valerian song
Prose is poetry that can’t stop talking.
—Terri Guillemets
So easy, so hard
My poems are love-drunk letters to the universe.
—Terri Guillemets
Cracked
Her head was cracked—
not tragically, just poetically.
It’s how all the poems got in,
—and out.
—Terri Guillemets
Inkdreaming
The smell of ink is intoxicating to me — others may have wine, but I have poetry.
—Terri Guillemets
From the library to the park
Happiness is sharing a bowl of cherries and a book of poetry with a shade tree.
—Terri Guillemets
A lonely pen at night
Your prayer can be poetry, and poetry can be your prayer.
—Terri Guillemets