Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Senses


Summer light
bare feet and arms

her last sweet peas
in a baby food jar

and other words
unspoken

(first publication)


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20 comments:

Transcend Designs said...

Love it

makes me think of my Jilly-Bean...

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

William!
This is so full of sweet remembers,

"sweet peas
in a baby food jar" in this words are so much William,
oh now I'm in my past :-)

thank you!!!

Anthony Duce said...

Good imagery to start the day. Thank you

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Transcend. I like the sound of that.

Wonderful, Laura — I’m glad they could take you there.

For a day itself in bloom... Thanks, Anthony.

all ways 11 o'clock said...

"bare feet and arms
her last sweet peas
in baby food jar"

wonderful imagery
combined.

~robert

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Robert.

Joseph Hutchison said...

I love letting the unspoken have its quiet say. Beautiful!

Caio Fernandes said...

i couldn't avoid to taste the space among objects you have created....
it put my mind in a calmer atmosthere .

Caio Fernandes said...

i couldn't avoid to taste the space among objects you have created....
it put my mind in a calmer atmosthere .

Caio Fernandes said...

i couldn't avoid to taste the space among objects you have created....
it put my mind in a calmer atmosthere .

Gerry Boyd said...

yes. and extra points for near rhyme of arm and jar. (btw, next shipment coming soon.)

William Michaelian said...

The sound of silence.... Thanks, Joe!

Caio, I love that observation, and your reaction. Beautiful.

Thanks, Gerry. ’tis a key element, I think. But of course in something this short, everything is. And thanks for the great news. My around-the-clock watch begins.

RUDHI - Chance said...

I remember VERMEER (Keukenmaid) when I read it! Or like A.Wyeth... Real ART (terrible word)is peace-expression!

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Rudhi. I like your painting-peace equation....

Janice said...

William you write just enough to get my thoughts thinking and my mind painting a picture. I may not always see your words as others do but I want you to know what they say to me. When I read this I thought of a beautiful little blond, curly haired, fair skinned little girl who has just started walking. Chubby little, legs, arms and bare feet. She is wearing a pretty little cotton sundress. Her parents are looking at her and thinking she is growing up so fast...

William Michaelian said...

Janice, I’m delighted these few words have brought such lovely thoughts to mind. The door is always open to interpretation. By adding yours, you add to the poem, and I’m grateful for that. I think everyone sees and feels something a little different, and that’s as it should be. Thank you.

Wine and Words said...

Sweet peas would line the fence of our yard when I was young. I loved the smell. Picked bunches and bunches. I was alone. It was the best place for me. All the words were unspoken. Spilling now.

William Michaelian said...

Experience in bloom, thought-fragrance, faithfully arranged and given....

Woman in a Window said...

And so you do share the intimate, this more than many other things I can think of. Lovely, especially after just getting back from those country sideroads once again. Tomorrow night won't be peas - but raspberries instead.

xo
erin

William Michaelian said...

A miracle in their own right. We brought some home today ourselves. Thanks, Erin.