Wednesday, June 9, 2010

The Well


My days are lettered, not numbered, my thoughts unsound. I’m lighter than air, but reason weighs me down. I draw when I write, and write when I draw. When in doubt, I imagine the well. I call out. The echo is real.





“Canvas 48”
June 8, 2010

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Update:
In the Forum: his master’s arm.

11 comments:

Transcend Designs said...

That is genius...

bravo

Joseph Hutchison said...

The rhyming prose—moving from true to slant—perfectly matches your image of the dreamer so strangely definite in that drift of mist. Beautiful!

Wine and Words said...

I think that's what matters most...the echo of our own vision, a true heart that reverberates enough to return our truth as many more, returning greater than the one that left.

William Michaelian said...

Transcend, thank you for your generous response.

Joe, thanks for yours as well. Beautiful.

Annie, I’ll risk a trite pun to say I appreciate the depth of your observation.

all ways 11 o'clock said...

I love the poem, the drawing face contemplating.
Very nice.

~robert

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Robert. I can’t be sure, but I think his expression might be the echo, or the other way around.

Vatche said...

Love the last line, "The echo is real." It has a haunting feeling to it that just made a chill run up my spine. Cool post and drawing, William. Write, read, and draw on!

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

:-) is so true this feeling...
I like so much how you have write this

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Vatche. Now send down a rope and pull me out, will you?

Dear Laura, thank you. I knew you would understand.

Janice said...

Your thoughts take many turns and your words make each of these come to life. You are a man filled with energy and life

I like this drawing very much William...

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Janice. But don’t underestimate your part in it all. The words would just sit there without someone to read them.