Friday, April 8, 2011

Birds


I have a feeling
they will sing right up
to the moment
the world
ends.

From Songs and Letters, first published February 5, 2008.



Note: Yesterday, while I was clearing gutters and drainpipes, this blog celebrated its third anniversary. And it’s still not sober.

16 comments:

Old 333 said...

Happy three! Belated. And many happy returns, birds included.

Peter

William Michaelian said...

Thanks. Imagine, only three years old and already mired in bad habits. Like father, like son, I guess.

Old 333 said...

I thought blogs were asexual.

William Michaelian said...

Understandable, in that they resemble cyber-warts. Maybe I should check my Settings.

Old 333 said...

Cyber Warts! I wish I could set MY settings to those.

William Michaelian said...

Ah, but they’re naturally occurring.

vazambam said...

I'll drink to that note! Or to paraphrase your poem,


William

I have a feeling
he will sing right up
to the moment
the world
ends.

William Michaelian said...

Hoarse upon
his horse

he sings
with force

the world
to pretend

the end
has yet

to begin
again

The cure, of course, is a simple pill called an anecdote.

Theanne and Baron said...

Birds are wonderful creatures...I believe you're right...they will sing to the end! Congratulations to your blog on it's third anniversary...sorry about its non soberness...and I'm letting in such a brilliant bit of sunlight...oh my!

William Michaelian said...

Not to worry, Theanne, he/she/it turned out not to be drunk after all. I was simply wearing the wrong glasses. Keep singing, and I appreciate the sunlight.

Theanne and Baron said...

That is very good news...ahhhh the wrong glasses...I see...*smile* Sunlight is a wonderful thing...isn't it!

William Michaelian said...

Oh, yes. And as my mother used to say,

“I see,” said the blind man who could not speak, as he fell off the precipice.

Jean Spitzer said...

Congrats on three--and on the new family member!

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Jean. The first caught me completely off guard; the second, well, there were signs.

erin said...

let's hope they do, william. let's hope they do, whether we're here at that time to hear them, or not.

my mom's went a little like this, i see said the blind man as he fell from his horse. what the heck was that? what strange societies were our mothers embroiled in?

xo
erin

William Michaelian said...

I believe, Erin, that they were members of the Society of Old Sayings Their Mothers Had Handed Down.