Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Today I am a rock


Today I am a rock on a hillside.
Did you know I can make it rain?
No cloud can refuse me.

How they cry to see
me anchored so

as if I were
not free
to go

as if an eon hence
I will not be,
myself,

an avalanche.



Library Notes: Added books by Upton Sinclair, Dylan Thomas, Carolyn Wells, William Thackeray, and John Greenleaf Whittier.

Update:
“Today I am a rock” added to Poems, Slightly Used.

22 comments:

erin said...

the power of patience!

and transformation. it is wonderful to think on.


xo
erin

William Michaelian said...

Go right ahead. I have time — as if there really were such a preposterous thing.

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

William belive me, today it is so good for me to read this... thank you very much, this has gaven me the right feeling that I need today, woh i', down because arrogance and ignorance people...

yes they want to bring me down, they try to hurt me, but they succeed only to make me a little scratch, I find this tought in your words today

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Laura. As your post so beautifully shows, it doesn’t matter which side of the fence we’re on; what matters is that there is a fence at all.

♥Jan♥ said...

A soft & gentle teardrop shed with the strength to move mountains of dirt and stones...

Beautiful words William~~~

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

:-) true...

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jan. As are yours.

Thank you, Laura.

Theanne and Baron said...

You write poety and can understand and relate to...thank you!

William Michaelian said...

You’re welcome, Theanne, and thank you. That’s wonderful to hear, and nice of you to say.

Wine and Words said...

♫...'Til the landslide brings me down...♫

William Michaelian said...

It must be time for my guitar solo. Ah, to be a rock and not to roll....

Anthony Duce said...

I think I saw you today, anchored so. Sometimes I wish I could be a rock too.

William Michaelian said...

Anthony, don’t give up. Check for moss. Take nothing for granite.

Noxalio said...

ah William, this is a gem.

as always, every word, lovingly selected and exquisitely balanced, one on top of the other.

and yes, time, a silly notion indeed ...

-K- said...

I'm going to make a broad but hopefully not inaccurate statement when I say that everything you write could have been understood, even in translation, one or ten thousand years ago.

William Michaelian said...

Aye, Noxy, ’tis a feeble, vain construct, a limited sounding and arbitrary measurement of the infinite. Thank you for your kind words.

Kevin, thanks. I too hope your statement is accurate. But what matters most to me is that it seems accurate to you. In a sense, everything we do is a translation. It’s an inspiring challenge to bring to light the lifetime of what we feel in any given moment. Generally speaking, is what we feel the same as what we felt a thousand or ten thousand years ago? It seems so, especially when you think that ten thousand years is nothing more than the blink of an eye.

Momo Luna said...

After reading your beautiful words my head is always filled with words to decribe how your words touch my soul. But i don't wanna write down so much words, for sweet silence is the only answer to your writings. Thanks for touching my spoul again and again....

William Michaelian said...

Momo Luna, thank you. You are always so good to me.

erin said...

how might i get ahead of my preposterous notions? truly.

xo
erin

William Michaelian said...

Do you really know which are preposterous and which aren’t? Do you know if any of them are? I don’t. And if we find out in retrospect, who’s to say that the discovery itself is not but another preposterous notion?

erin said...

durnabit!

xo
erin

William Michaelian said...

Always glad to help.