Thursday, March 3, 2011

Tired


almost dawn
earth sees her face
in a frying pan




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

17 comments:

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

strong...liken

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Laura. I love your beautiful tree and I.

jasmin said...

William, ein schönes kleines Gedicht,
ja, auch die Baumfotos der lieben Laura mag ich sehr, es sind gute Fotos...
Grüße Jasmin

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

:-) thank you

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jasmin. Yes, I think Laura’s photos are almost paintings. Or maybe they are paintings....

Bitch said...

Love it!!
It could stay for Athens...

William Michaelian said...

Ah, very interesting.... Thank you, Monika!

♥Jan♥ said...

William, I always love reading your words. While I know that you have one thought in your mind as you write them, you are always open to our interpretetion...thank you for this.

I've read "Tired", over and over this morning. I love these few words. The same picture keeps forming in my mind as I read them...a tired woman, in an old washdress, passed her prime, up at dawn everyday. She is getting ready to start breakfast and as she looks into the frying pan, her image looks back at her tired and careworn, as she sighs and starts her day...

♥Jan♥ said...

I think I'm that woman today. My spelling is terrible!!! Sorry...sigh :D

erin said...

for me, could be titled yesterday

three lines and yet you surprised me with that last.

xo
erin

William Michaelian said...

No sorry sighs, Jan, I think your impression is beautiful. And upon later readings, I too find more, and sometimes less, than I originally intended, if indeed I intended much at all. So many different dawns, different faces, different frying pans. Sometimes I think only the sky can tell.

Did I, Erin? Good.

~im just only me~ said...

...this is your brain on drugs...

William Michaelian said...

Cassie, you never let me down. You remind me of yourself when I was my age.

Anthony Duce said...

Appreciate the image…

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Anthony.

Wine and Words said...

and the image frightens
in the face of all those eggs
hatching into spring
even salt and peppered
they seems alive

so for now
she prefers to come late
to breakfast

William Michaelian said...

And so goes the beautiful, heart-rending soliloquy of Omelet.