Thursday, April 22, 2010

In Another Life


In another life, he could be one of those beautiful moths with markings on its wings that look like faces. In this life, he’s content to be a constellation. Or so it seems between stars, where silence scours the universe and nothing is its own reward, where night is a ribbon in his loved one’s hair.



In Another Life
April 21, 2010

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Update:
In the Forum: the astonishing hat auction.

12 comments:

Transcend Designs said...

I don't know how you do it,
but I'm glad you do...

RUDHI - Chance said...

Hei's Fool of Wisdom...

Janice said...

All he needs are a pair of wings. One on each side of his eyes, where in his other life as a moth, his spots formed a face...
So happy to see your drawing and this wonerful metaphor of words William, as always~~~

Gerry Boyd said...

Love those words and the final phrase. Bravo!

William Michaelian said...

Transcend, thanks. I appreciate the fact that you left why out of the equation.

Rudhi, ha! And this fool asks, is Hei the opposite of Low?

Thanks, Janice. Do you know, I was actually thinking about adding those wings, when the drawing spoke up and said, “Don’t you dare. You don’t even know how to draw wings.”

Gerry, thanks! I’d take a bow, but I probably wouldn’t be able to straighten up until later this afternoon.

RUDHI - Chance said...

Hoho, William! You mean high or in a good balance of 'mind-wings'?

Gigi Little said...

...where night is a ribbon in his loved one’s hair...

beautiful.

William Michaelian said...

Rudhi, I don’t know what I mean, but I mean well!

Thank you, Gigi. And it’s nice to see you here.

Wine and Words said...

"In this life, he’s content to be a constellation. Or so it seems between stars, where silence scours the universe and nothing is its own reward, where night is a ribbon in his loved one’s hair."

Pure brilliance. I had to copy and print.

What I find so comforting is the themes and ribbons of thoughts that run between you, me, others. Sometimes it is as if all blogdom speaks gaps, or ghosts, or lovers. Today it is silence. It is a conversation.

William Michaelian said...

Wine and Words, what a beautiful response. Thank you. I know just what you mean.

don't be emily said...

Yes, that last line. Poetry is still among us. Thank you yet again, William.

William Michaelian said...

Katie, thanks. With lovely people like you around, poetry is sure to thrive.