Monday, October 27, 2014

The way you look at me


Your little craft, on a boundless sea; the sea, itself,
so small, as to be a leaf, or breath, between two stars,
suspended, by the motion, in between; the motion,
a song; the song, as vague as clear can be,
as clear is vague, and clean; the way,
you look at me, when I say,
what you think,
I mean.



10 comments:

Jan said...

Clearly, I remember vaguely, the twists and turns on this trip that I took with you, William...you never cease to a-maze me :))

William Michaelian said...

Clearly, Jan, and in this case there is nothing vague about it, I am lucky to say, we are both in the same boat.

Ygraine said...

Can we ever truly understand what another person means?
Like a drop of water in the ocean, a single word can have infinite meanings.
We are complex beings...sometimes perhaps too complex for our own good! :)

William Michaelian said...

And so we go.... trusting, in this case, that you will know what I mean when I say, thank you, Ygraine....

Dino said...

interesting .... poem "abstract" with a thousand facets.

sometimes the look is much more significant because of the words reflects the thinking at that time and is uncontrollable.

what I think ... it's like finding a coin in the pocket of an old jacket.

William Michaelian said...

Yes, it is like that; and the jacket might be a meadow, or a forest.

Thanks for looking in; around; through.

timoebasilico said...

Can't explain each time I came here i find great inspiration and really i feel good. William for me you are the number one to describe human feelings

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, dear Laura. So kind and beautiful of you to say....

Lorraine Renaud said...

I've lived this, my heart remembers all wishes and misunderstandings, yet the words won't write themselves, and my mind can't betray. But she could only walking during snow storms...

William Michaelian said...

Precious flakes....