Sunday, May 26, 2013

Coffee from a gift cup


Coffee from a gift cup
brought back from England years ago,
by a friend who loved Bleak House
and went to see where Dickens lived,

up, then down, and placed just so,
knowing he won’t ring or call,
still present as he is,

sparrow
in a cloud

no further need of land

is how
this morning is.



12 comments:

Shayna Prentice said...

Your poem is exquisite.

I am a friend of Alexsandra Komlenovic, well, we'd been friends online for a few years ... and she has disappeared from the usual places where we'd find each other. I knew her computer was giving her great woe, perhaps it finally gave out? Regardless, I remember that she painted a glorious painting of you and so I am writing to ask that you send her my love and greetings if you and she are in correspondence. Thank you, kindly. Be well! ~Shayna

William Michaelian said...

You too, Shayna, and thank you. We had a very brief exchange at the end of March. Aleksandra was, and I presume still is, without an Internet connection, and used a neighbor’s computer to send her note. We’ll be in touch again, I’m sure, although I can’t say when. But whenever it is, I will pass along your message.

Shayna Prentice said...

Thank you very much, William~

awyn said...

Please also include my message "Zdravo mila, sestro moja!" and best wishes to Aleksandra should she get in touch. And HAPPY BIRTHDAY (belated) William, writer of poems, painter of faces, rescuer and preserver of all those ancient books!! Happy 57!!

Ed Baker said...

In 1969 on my way back from Greece
I spent a month or so living on the top
floor of the Royal Inns of Court Boys Club
on the corner of Drury Lane opposite the
Royal Opera House down the lane and
while there
they were filming a version of Bleak House....

all night long lights and people in period costume ...

and the colors/mood of then yet in my mind...

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Annie! And your message will find its way to Aleksandra, I’m sure.

Thanks, Ed. I love how the past keeps the present tense.

Ed Baker said...

keeping the past in the present tense :
I like that,
as,
what else are we but our memories -
the "stuff" of our poems and our art

~im just only me~ said...

Gah! Poetry never ceases to amaze! This so personal, yet so universal, I swear this is my experience. "is how this morning is" peaceful stunner, that line!

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Cassie. I’m glad it strikes you this way.

William Michaelian said...

Shayna and Annie, I wrote to Alexandra shortly after our exchange here, and just heard from her today. Among other things, she says,

“Have still no working pc sometimes at neigbours pc just like now I get the chance to check if im still between the virtual spheres, happy and gratefull to hear of my dear sisters from blogosphere and their interest in my being, if you will, send them my love and sincere good, best wishes.”

She also attached a few photographs taken from her balcony, of the moon, bees, and flowers, and adds in a postscript,

“Annie, Shayna love you, stay well, big hug and smiling smiles! Aleksandra”

Shayna Prentice said...

Dearheart William~
Thank you SO much! Am thrilled to get Aleks' dear message ... huge love & *smiling smiles* straight back! Again, thank you kindly, William!

William Michaelian said...

You’re very welcome, Shayna, and thanks again for getting in touch....