Sunday, February 21, 2010

Museum Piece


In need of a few days off,
I spent them among old trees
that were whispering
terrible secrets.

When I returned home
no one could understand me;

I was begged to come
in from the yard.

Doctors were called;

I pummeled them
with cones.

Now I’m a tree
in an institution,

whispering
secrets

of my
own.

(first publication)


Updates:
“Museum Piece” added to Poems, Slightly Used.

In the Forum: it must be the ink.

10 comments:

Rachel said...

Oh William,

wundervoll geschrieben, mehr Worte brauche ich nicht, meine Begeisterung ist groß!!!

einen feinen Sonntag noch für dich

lieb, Rachel

William Michaelian said...

Rachel, your comment is a beautiful start to my day. Thank you!

Anthony Duce said...

This is great. I wonder sometimes from which vantage point we experience our world.

William Michaelian said...

Anthony, thanks very much. I wonder too. I’d say that with any luck, both, or all of them.

ALeks said...

"All life is figured by them as a Tree. Igdrasil, the Ash-tree of existence,has its roots deep-down in the kingdoms of Death: its trunk reaches up heaven-high, spreads its boughs over the whole Universe: it is the Tree
of Existence. At the foot of it, in the Death-Kingdom, sit the three
Fates - the Past, Present and Future; watering its roots from the Sacred Well. It's "bough," with their buddings and disleafings, - events,
things suffered, things done, catastrophes, - stretch through all lands and times. Is not every leaf of it a biography, every fiber there an act
or word? Its boughs are the Histories of Nations. The rustle of it is the noise of Human Existence, onwards from of old. .... I find no
similitude so true as this of a Tree.
Beautiful; altogether beautiful and great".
- Thomas Carlyle

Beautiful poem William,thank you.
Aleksandra

William Michaelian said...

Aleksandra, thank you for responding with this beautiful passage. I’m honored that you would include it here, and that you find meaning in the poem.

RUDHI - Chance said...

Very very authentic, William; trees are secrets by themselves as human unexpected...

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Rudhi. What you say about trees is true. And in a forest of people, it can be quite dark near the ground....

Vatche said...

Great piece, William. I chuckled as I imagined you pummeling those doctors with cones; it's a funny image. Beautifully written.

William Michaelian said...

Vatche, I really appreciate that. And I’m glad the humor registered. If I were really as morose as I sometimes sound, I think there would be little hope for me. But the fact is, I can be very happy when I’m writing about serious things, and sometimes I feel quite serious when I’m joking.