Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
William, be carefull!never publisch your weak edges!keep the power at the inside.
"Keep the Faith" little flower...that little bee will go on to pollinate another of your kind to help keep your species alive. He will also help make someone's life sweeter with your sweet nectar. Life goes on even as death comes calling...
Hello, Willy, and thank you. If only it were that easy to tell....Janice, with the joy you bring, I’m inclined to think you’re a bee and a flower combined....
William, your mind is a wonderland. Am I Alice? The Rabbit? Cheshire? Depends. A chameleon to your changing tides.
A clear voice on the wind...
And somewhere Roethke's ghost murmurs, "So true."
The gardener should leave the plants alone after planting. Let them live a full life.
Thanks, Joe. It seems he must have followed you here.Thanks, Anthony. Surrounded as he is with human examples, you’d think he’d know by now. Or she.
Hey, William! I haven't talked to you in a while! I just noticed this piece and thought it was beautiful. I'm working on poetry myself and trying to find my voice in it. It's a difficult thing to write, really. Some people think it's so easy (I even used to be one of those people), but I found out that it truly is an art. Fantastic poem, William, your mind is one with great imagination. Write on!
Thanks, Vatche, always good to hear from you. I see you’ve been pretty busy with your blog. When it comes to “voice,” in whatever form, observation is the key — the better you see, the better you’ll say.
I like this so much, is so deep and in few words you have says so much about life
So it is that faith and confidence have their toll?? Maybe it is worth the risk, yes, faith is worth the risk.
I do believe it was lovely, both for gardener and bee. I'm not one of faith, not quite in that way, although I have faith that I will drink my coffee and enjoy it, I have faith that the day is beginning, I have faith that I am here and will have great experiences today. But this bee, whether rightly or wrongly, goes out on a high note, a nice soft high note that a pretty woman sings with her hair loosely in a bun and her gardener's hands not quite soiled yet.xoerin
Thank you, Laura.....Alberto, there is no life without risk, and certainly without risk no life worth living. Faith itself is a towering word, fraught with peril and meaning.Erin, thanks for your wise and gentle reading. I wouldn’t mind going out on just such a note myself.
Faith is like that - lovely for all its possibilities.The flower must fall to the ground and be found or claimed by the Lord of the Manor and taken into Eternity.Thank you :-)
And I thank you, Regina.
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