Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Notice


The lines in my face
have suddenly grown.

The reason being known,
what’s left but to love
the story they
tell?



6 comments:

-K- said...

This reminds me that the lines in everyone's faces are growing, not just mine.

William Michaelian said...

I thought, very briefly, of going into detail, but of course we each have our own. And I suppose that’s one thing that makes this a poem. At the same time, friends like you, and other astute observers, are quite capable of reading between the lines. Thanks, Kevin.

Stream Source said...

All of our deepest secrets are buried in those lines. The sacred text of our passage through the 'slings and arrow of outrageous fortune'

William Michaelian said...

The truth of that text is the source of its fascination and beauty — and I suppose for some, denial and fright. No wonder it stops the mind in its tracks. Thank you, Donna.

Jan said...

I love this, William...so true. This is what I love about elderly faces and hands...they tell stories without words. Like reading Braille, but with your eyes.

William Michaelian said...

Yes, exactly so. Thank you, Jan.