flowers don’t open to the clock
but to the sunshine spontaneous—
for modern humans that manner
of instinct is now extraneous
—Terri Guillemets
flowers don’t open to the clock
but to the sunshine spontaneous—
for modern humans that manner
of instinct is now extraneous
—Terri Guillemets
Don’t let the past steal your present.
—Terri Guillemets
Does time ever get
so old it aches?
Doesn’t it ever want
to take a break?
—Terri Guillemets
Three A.M. is when
all the quiet things
become loud —
the drip in the sink,
that clock on the wall,
our hearts, our minds.
—Terri Guillemets
The past can’t see you, but the future is listening.
—Terri Guillemets
Autumn is springtime in reverse.
—Terri Guillemets
Time pours his guests a cup of tea but the party is over before we know it.
—Terri Guillemets
We are only but guests at Time’s tea party.
—Terri Guillemets
Our bodies are the burial grounds of dead time.
—Terri Guillemets
“Time! where didst thou those years inter
Which I have seene decease?” —Wm. Habington