Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Lilac Morning


Lilac morning and soft rain,
old ghosts join me at the door again.

Come or go, it’s all the same,
so stay it is, stay it is.

Satin streets and clean white sheets,
stained by the blood of hours.

The blood of ours, dark and deep,
seeks solace in the flowers.

And the lilac’s own heart beats,
as always, as never before.

(first publication)


Updates:
“Lilac Morning” added to Poems, Slightly Used.

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13 comments:

Transcend Designs said...

This is really beautiful...

Noxalio said...

this one
is
beautifully
interwoven, William,

and endlessly
enjoyable,

literally
and figuratively.

sublime!

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

oh is so nice and deep to read you...
i like this so much

donnafleischer said...

I like what noxalio wrote about your "Lilac Morning". I am new to your work yet I feel your work will always be new. Sublime, yes. Truly inspired, in the Greek sense. And this poem in particular equal to Whitman's
love. Thank you, William.

William Michaelian said...

Transcend, thank you. What a beautiful thing to hear!

Noxy, your poetic comments are always a treat. We suffer from a similar affliction, it seems. I’m glad this tickled your fancy.

Laura, I don’t think I would have written this poem if I had not first seen the beautiful pictures you posted yesterday of the flowers on your terrace. Thank you.

And thank you, too, Donna. What a heartening response! Thank you for visiting. It’s an honor to have you here.

Wine and Words said...

Blood of hours, blood of ours. Yes, dark and deep. Ever present, those ghosts. Sometimes the door, sometimes under the bed...beat beat the lilac's own. Loved that. As always, as never before. No moment is ever the same as the one before or the one next. Same damn ghost though.

William Michaelian said...

Hard to imagine life without their presence. It began for me when I was still quite young. “Now there’s a likely suspect,” I heard one say. But no one was there. No one.

Wine and Words said...

Sounds like you need to be inlcuded in our Usual Suspects group...

Janice said...

"Lilac Morning" is so beautifully written. It has really touched my heart and soul. I was seeing lavender mist in my mind as read this. I could really feel the line, "old ghosts join me at the door again". I really love this one William~~~

William Michaelian said...

In that case, Wine and Words, maybe I should change the first line to

Lilac morning and Claude Rains

*

Janice, I’m really delighted to hear that. And I was thinking the very same thing about the mist when I was writing it.

Shelli said...

I read this poem this morning as rain was gently falling outside. So nice of nature to cooperate and provide the right ambiance.

Anthony Duce said...

I feel a little late today, getting to your words. This morning had the feeling but was missing the rain. Thanks

William Michaelian said...

Indeed, Shelli, nothing like a little “mood music.” Thanks for dropping in again.

Anthony, ghosts out your way too? I’ll bet they haunt one of your watercolors sometime soon....