Wednesday, February 16, 2011


With a song at last
on your parched gray lips.

That’s how I imagine

Library Notes:
Six books added. You’re welcome to browse the collection here.

“Reason” added to Poems, Slightly Used.
In the Forum: Not found.


nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

the vision that evoke these words is melting, poignant

I loved the one from yesterday too a lot

Stream Source said...

looking forward to spring...

RUDHI - Chance said...

A beautiful clapping song, William!

all ways 11 o'clock said...

yes, maybe the final days of winter
or the departing of someone very close.

beautiful William.


erin said...

and then please, oh please, let me cease.



Old 333 said...

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 -

William Michaelian said...

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.

♥Jan♥ said...

"With a song at last
on your parched gray lips.

That’s how I imagine

I see an elderly person whose has passed on and who is now without pain and is singing once again in the least I would like to believe this is what happened to my mom.

It's beautiful William~~~

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jan, and so is your impression. Now I can see her too.

donnafleischer said...

a self-portrait in a song

& your listener reflected


William Michaelian said...

I love when you comma to visit. And though we live in a period of question marks, it is still something to sing about!

Old 333 said...

Pirate corn! I'm sure they li'l niblets has their motivations. what's more colonial than our treatment of corns?

rahina q.h. said...

now this caught my imagination and made me smile and sad at the sme time... is that possible?

William Michaelian said...

Peter, I give up.

Rahina, not only is it possible, it proves that this disease I have is contagious.