Friday, March 11, 2011

Confessions


                            Most of all,
the sky and the way
she changes her clothes,

               behind mountains,
                    under clouds.



Library Notes: Saroyan; Poe/Doré; Van Gogh; Renoir.

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

7 comments:

erin said...

she's gorgeous.
other worldly.

xo
erin

♥Jan♥ said...

She wears many colors also. The color depends on her mood or the time of day. But most of all, I love her evening dress of black velvet with a sprinkle of stardust and magic~~~
Beautiful as always William...

William Michaelian said...

Near, and deliciously out of reach. Thank you, Erin. Thank you, Jan.

Joseph Hutchison said...

Beautiful, William! Makes me think of Lowell's exquisite line: "Autumn is my favorite season; why does she change clothes and withdraw?" (I may be slightly off on that one. No time to look it up!) But yours isn't so decorative—more essential.

William Michaelian said...

Joe, I appreciate that. Essential? Perhaps, but let it also be like a flower in her hair, loosened and just about to fall.

As always, I’m amazed at the countless poems you must carry around inside your head. Or is that where poems reside? I have some neat old Lowell volumes; time for me to browse them once again.....

rahina q.h. said...

beautiful and touching and essential in otherways... i also like that the sky is feminine.. that can not be ignored

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Rahina. True, it can’t be ignored, or at least it shouldn’t; also that you like it. And one other thing: the possibility that “she” is not the sky at all.