Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Rings


Out from there, until we fancy
that they meet somewhere,
unaware of pebble
tossed.

Love,

declare
this moment, or be lost.



7 comments:

Jonathan Chant said...

I'll take up your invitation and declare this moment.

Great poem, William.

William Michaelian said...

Jonathan, I’m delighted you find something in it. One never knows. I appreciate your attentive, sympathetic reading.

vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras) said...

This poem is pure magic.

William Michaelian said...

If so, then owing, surely, to the minds into which it falls.

Ed Baker said...

two
pebbles

in
the
ripples

touch


(something in the center of this piece,
like Vaz says:

"magic"

( the above one I wrote in about 1998....

now, want is to "play" with your words and
'make them my owned :

you consistently do good 'stuff', thanks.

Jan (JFM) said...

Almost like making a wish.

I love your thoughts, William~

William Michaelian said...

Proof again that less is more. Ed, I love your 1998, and thank you for the refreshing splash of your parting thought.

Jan, thank you too. A wish it must be, or why send it out into the world.