Monday, May 17, 2010

The Blind


Someday, when the wake of flight
is visible to the human eye,
consider this note from an earlier time
by one who imagined what others denied.

From Songs and Letters, originally published April 17, 2008.


Update:
As the Conversation continues, we hear from Mr. Gutman and the eminent, but dead, T.S. Baynes.

9 comments:

Kenneth Griggs said...

Greatness

RUDHI - Chance said...

That curls my mind up to a circle!

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Ken. Your comment has the same effect on me as the poem does on Rudhi.

Old 333 said...

Led me through (wanting more) to your Songs and Letters. Thanks again for making so much excellent work available out here - it's appreciated.

PG

William Michaelian said...

You’re very welcome. Delighted you feel that way. If you get bogged down, send up a flare, and we’ll send help in after you.

Wine and Words said...

"by one who imagined what others denied." Delicious! I deny so much, wall it off. But then I suppose there are things I breathe fully that others bury. And that is why I write, and that is why I read. Food.

William Michaelian said...

Absolutely. And that is why I love our exchange. Thanks, Annie.

Ed Baker said...

AHHHH. Responsive reading/writing
ego-less

as "it" once was in Olden Times?

Sunshine
just here

Now I can
clearly see


UHAUL are a very welcomed "breath of fresh air"
especially in these Daze
of continuously broadcasted (tauted) literary egos


William Michaelian said...

’tis a breeze
from one
out
standing
in his field.

Thanks, Ed,
for blowing in.