Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
.My Ears Have AchedMy ears have achedwith the thundering of bombs& lifting, falling buildings,crashing,roaring;the screeching of the rocketsat night& the instant flash.My brain has rockedwith the explosions of war& the howlingof the torn and maimed,but the loudest soundto bearis the silence closely followingthe dawn. - 1977I Saw the Lonesome SoldierI saw the lonesome soldiercoming home from war at last,to his luscious-green andsleepy-eyed hometown(however humble) homefrom war at last, to his boyhood dreamsand Mom & Pop. Home toAlice down the street.He was dressed in greenwoodwith 10 Penny cufflinksand when I saw him,being lowered off the Santa Fe freight,I thought he was a box of radio component parts. - 1969From Evolving: Poems 1965-2005, Gary B. Fitzgerald, Copyright 2005
Gary, thank you.
Beautiful, but also sad words together...bitterwseet and sadly so true...when will it ever end?Hugs Dear, William...you write from the heart~
And to you, Jan. Thank you. I don’t deny my blind spots, but writing from the heart is the only way I know.
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