Thursday, February 24, 2011

Ethereal


Snowflakes and street lights — and we, the dead, return.



Update:
“Ethereal” added to Poems, Slightly Used.


2.24.2011 #2
2.24.2011 #1 (books, notes, links)

12 comments:

martinealison said...

Hi William,
It would be very nice if you could put in your blog a translate gadget bescause my english isn't very good!
Often i go to read you but it's hard for me...
Kisses

William Michaelian said...

Hello, Martine, and thank you. There is a Google Translate gadget on the right side of the page, under the Search box.....

Indigo said...

Ethereal beings is a perfect description. A spiritual dance among snowflakes. (Hugs)Indigo

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Indigo. Yes, a dance.

Old 333 said...

Snowflakes is soft, an' streetlights all burnouts. I wanna come back like a comet: a bit less each time, and spread all across the sky.

Oh - it just hit me. of course: the Oort cloud, the long lives with meaning at the end: comets ARE souls. Position taken.

Thanks for another thought-maker, William! Your words are always so; and beautiful besides. Thanks.

P

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Peter. Most assuredly, it goes both ways.

Erin O'Riordan said...

Nicely done.

William Michaelian said...

Hello, Erin. Thank you.

Anthony Duce said...

I like the image, and hope the “we”, are ones we want to see again.

William Michaelian said...

My guess is that the weather will change before we find out.

erin said...

What joy! Do we get to come and play even then? Oh, it will be fun to be so coy and yet quiet.

xo
erin

William Michaelian said...

“Legends of the Fall.”