Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
A modern conception of sadness in so few lines...very moving, William 😞
Thank you, Jan....
You appear to be fading away, like me. But hey, you aren't that old yet.
Well, less is more, more or less.
"the less we understood and so grew wise."
Ah, quoting Fitzgerald, I see. Did you know he is a friend of mine?
A friend indeed.
And I thank you for that.
Many years ago, when I was in the fifth grade at Grandview School, the little country school my father attended, surrounded by dusty vineyards and overrun by jackrabbits, a friend of mine and I got caught up in a wild game of tether-ball during recess. We were sweating hard and deep into the game. The bell rang. We kept playing. The bell rang again. We were officially late. We kept playing. Finally we’d had enough. We both won. We went into the classroom all steamed up and breathing hard. The teacher looked at us, then at the clock. He wanted to be mad, but just couldn’t manage it. I learned a lot that day, “and so grew wise.” These days, we call tether-ball poetry. And when bells ring, they are from distant churches we imagine, or once knew, or will know — churches where no religion is preached, save childhood. Thank you, too, Gary.
"...and that's the thing, do you recognize the bells of truth when you hear them ring?"Leon Russell
Leon, bless his heart. Faded, yes, and remaining bright. A sweet note, in this strange dark night.
Though now deceased, he, like we (as all poets) was truly a 'Stranger in a Strange Land'
A strange land, but beautiful. Strangely beautiful.
"A terrible beauty."Rainer Maria Rilke
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