Poetry, notes, and marginalia by William Michaelian
Face to facethere is no silenceYour eyes speak volumesand line the shelves alongside bookswhich could never touchas deeply
brick by brickwords a refugewhere quietgrows so wellThanks, Annie.
Words tired where silence sweeps miles and miles...
on the windthe scentof new-mownlettersHello, Manik.
ACK ACK! New mown letters!!! You slay me.
Visit Manik!!! He slays me too!
slay bells ringare you listeningof like mindsManik-wise
Christmas always sneaks up on me!
In fact, I remember when it used to come after Thanksgiving.
Uninvited for some..
Like silence itself.Words do make wonderful lanterns.
Lanterns made of silenced words.....
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Face to face
there is no silence
Your eyes speak volumes
and line the shelves alongside books
which could never touch
as deeply
brick by brick
words a refuge
where quiet
grows so well
Thanks, Annie.
Words tired
where silence
sweeps miles and miles...
on the wind
the scent
of new-mown
letters
Hello, Manik.
ACK ACK! New mown letters!!! You slay me.
Visit Manik!!! He slays me too!
slay bells ring
are you listening
of like minds
Manik-wise
Christmas always sneaks up on me!
In fact, I remember when it used to come after Thanksgiving.
Uninvited for some..
Like silence itself.
Words do make wonderful lanterns.
Lanterns made of silenced words.....
Post a Comment