Poetry, notes, and marginalia by William Michaelian
Willaim you have said this beautifully...it is so true. Wonderful words~~~
Thanks, Janice. Your comments are always so gracious and cheerful. Reading them picks me right up, even when I’m up to begin with.
Such a beautiful poem. And timely. I hope you don't mind that I sent it to a friend who just lost her sister yesterday. I think she will appreciate relishing the memories they shared.
Shelli, I’m touched that you would pass this along. Thank you.
To capture youth when death seems to belong to someone else and then to be old and past worrying about when you die and at the same time wanting another day. I thought of this as I read your words today.
Thanks, Anthony. You’ve reminded me of a farmer a friend of ours told my father and me about years ago. He was in his eighties, and still planting new orchards and varieties every year, and loving every minute of it. He did that knowing full well he might never taste the fruit, but that was the work he loved and he wasn’t about to stop. Inspiring.
Aye,This is indeed a bladeWielding an eyeThat cuts deep.
Aye, and there’s no better wayto relish a daythan with someZambaras mustard on it!
this is the best way to dig . blades on !!
Absolutely, Caio. I like your style!
How do you live as if death does not sit your bed in wait? This I probably could manage. How do I act as if death does not sit his bed in wait? This I must learn.
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