Friday, October 31, 2014

At sea


Cling to the wreckage, or cut myself free?
Why ask, when the storm is me?



9 comments:

Jan said...

Great advice, William...we must sail on until we outrun the storm or sink trying~

Lorraine Renaud said...

Oh William I love this...I would follow the sea wherever it lead me...

I forget that darned google has me by the throat so here's my blog if you want to look: http://outofsightl.blogspot.ca/

there are photos well today is rather lame but there is also writing

William Michaelian said...

Jan and Lorraine, I’m glad and honored that we’re sailing together. Thank you.

And Lorraine, I’m pleased to say that signed on as follower of your blog yesterday....

William Michaelian said...

And here is the missing “I.”

Jonathan Chant said...

I knew that there was something I had been forgetting in the last few days, which have indeed been stormy. Thanks for throwing a lifebelt.

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jonathan, and climb aboard. Meanwhile, your observation reminds me of another poem of mine:


Rime

My secret life? is an ocean.
Shipwrecks, storms. Unexplained lights.
Hideous depths. Lost treasure. People waving
from wild, imagined shores. This friendly
albatross gazing at my neck.

Jonathan Chant said...

Ah, 'tis a beauty. And I recognise it from somewhere. A lost treasure returned to my particular shores. Thank you, William.

Stream Source said...

...as we are the wreckage and also the sea

William Michaelian said...

Aye ~