Sunday, November 30, 2014

A poem, a drawing, a life


A poem of so many lines going every which way,
it becomes a drawing;

A drawing of so few lines its breath gives way,
to reveal a poem in hiding;

A life thought mine sailing away,
free of the binds I was tying.



2 comments:

Lorraine Renaud said...

I hope that what you write William, is...because it is so wonderful

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Lorraine. Your thoughts during your visits here are always generous and kind.