Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
the vision that evoke these words is melting, poignantI loved the one from yesterday too a lot
looking forward to spring...
A beautiful clapping song, William!
yes, maybe the final days of winteror the departing of someone very close.beautiful William.~robert
and then please, oh please, let me cease.beautiful.xoerin
An excellent image; i like the leading ones, and this one causes me to imagine things right away. Why has this person in my mind not been singing? And what, now, tore the song free from them? Thanks, William.For some reason, my mind went from there straight to "Pirate Potatoes, complete with eyepatch and cutlass, not for children under". Not your fault, William, but it happened here. I wonder where I can get them? And are there different colours of eyepatch as well as cutlass? Sigh. Thus doomed, I wander. Thanks for the poem, William - it was a good one.talk to you later -Peter
Thank you, Laura. I think maybe they’re related, like little brothers and sisters.Donna, I wonder if it will follow winter this year, or not arrive until after summer has changed its name to fall. That’s how little I know. It’s enough.With one hand or two, Rudhi? Thank you, my Zen friend.Thank you, Robert. Or the departure of Reason. How interesting that an exchange of S for R gives us Season. Hmm....Erin, thank you. Again.Peter, I love these words of yours that I’m taking out of context:“For some reason, my mind went”They might well explain my poem. Not of course that it’s necessary or even desirable. Reason, I mean.Eh? What’s that you said? Pirate corn has also gone up. It’s now a buccaneer.
"With a song at laston your parched gray lips.That’s how I imagineyou"I see an elderly person whose has passed on and who is now without pain and is singing once again in the afterlife...at least I would like to believe this is what happened to my mom.It's beautiful William~~~
Thank you, Jan, and so is your impression. Now I can see her too.
a self-portrait in a song& your listener reflectedsomehow?
I love when you comma to visit. And though we live in a period of question marks, it is still something to sing about!
Pirate corn! I'm sure they li'l niblets has their motivations. what's more colonial than our treatment of corns?
now this caught my imagination and made me smile and sad at the sme time... is that possible?
Peter, I give up.Rahina, not only is it possible, it proves that this disease I have is contagious.
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