Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
Made a body challenges post today.The dermatologist I went to changed my routines. That is, he added some new routines and expanded on another. One of the new routines is definitely temporary.Your "weightless" makes me pause. I may be paused by it for a long time.
Lovely! And what I wonder is that dove confessing to...?
Thanks, Brian, and I by your body challenges post. And welcome back, Rhodingeedaddee.Joe, maybe we should not delve too deeply into the secret lives of doves....
Although there's a part of me that wonders if "sliver" is supposed to be "silver" (or slivered), its really about the most mysterious, most solitary part of the day, before dawn. A long time ago I use to work from midnight to six and now after reading this, its all coming back to me.
Kevin, that’s it exactly — that time of day has always been magic to me. I thought briefly, putting a dash between sliver and moon would remove all doubt about the word possibly being “silver” — why didn’t I? Because in my mind, doing so puts the stress on “sliver,” which doesn’t sound right to me.
'Sliver moon' is just perfect!It supports the image of weightlessnes.I love the sight of sliver moon, pale and fading in the emerging dawn.Nothing could possibly match the sadness and paradoxically,a wistful hopefullness of that moment. I envy the dove though.
Nazia, thank you. You have almost, and quite beautifully, rewritten the poem. And that envy of the dove — so revealing — is all your own....
Thank you, William. The two bloggers I'm aware of who use Rhodingeedaddee to connect to my blog did not change it when I did. So if it was a subconscious test, Rho-- won.
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