Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
Or a petal on a wet, black bough.
Right. In for a penny, in for a pound...
Well, it's simplistic beauty and still beyond me. I am lost, as so often I find myself...but still enjoying the view as dew.
I think it’s beyond me, too. Frankly, I think I might have struck out with this poem. Maybe it sounds better than it means. I don’t know. Still, it’s a quaint little meeting place, and I’m grateful for that.Adew!
I always like the images you create with your words William. For me your words work this way.
i'd agree with Momo, art in words:)
Thank you both — that makes me feel much better....
mediocre, at best! hehe ;)
Ha! Just for that, I’m going to publish that Facebook note here tomorrow. And then you can laugh at me all over again!
NO laugh from this corner,me like this very much,reminds me of LOVE is in the air!! :O) Beautiful!
Thank you, Aleksandra — that’s a lovely thing to hear!
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