Saturday, June 11, 2011

Bits and Pieces


Your favorite glass,
shattered on the floor.

The silence it commands
is all you can endure.

The moment that it ends,
grief becomes you.


6 comments:

Willy. said...

"The Dave Clark five" 1964
Moment,floor and silence...

William Michaelian said...

Hello, Willy! Hearing from you,
I’m “Glad All Over.”

Jim Murdoch said...

I like this but I wonder if 'shatters' might not work better.

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Jim. In fact, “shatters” was under serious consideration, sans comma after “glass,” but “shattered” and its finality won out.

erin said...

grief becomes you. yes, it takes up residence doesn't it?

the other side of this same moment though is all those years you drank from your favorite glass, all those days of it in your hand. perhaps your wife drank from it laughing. perhaps you tipped it to your grandchild's mouth. but of course, you know this. this is only one side of the moon.

xo
erin

William Michaelian said...

True, and that is all implied, I think, in the word “favorite” and the silence that follows. The silence speaking on behalf of all those images. grief becomes you — meaning, too, how beautiful you are in this moment of putting life back together again.

Or meaning anything you want or need it to mean, or think it means. A beginning, not an end. Or, as I said in another poem once, “Grief in finding it broken, joy in the beauty of each new piece.”