Wednesday, July 6, 2011


A little farther on were spirits singing.

And I wondered what it was

made them

so glad to mourn.

“Canvas 274”
July 5, 2011

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Wine and Words said...

Mourning undone is a dry pill. It sticks in your throat like a cry that needs release. It is no wonder they rejoice to grieve.

(love the word verification today. "Foopsy". I think I need to buy a dog.)

William Michaelian said...

What a beautiful response, “Foopsy” and all.

Tess Kincaid said...

You read my mind of late.

William Michaelian said...

And so we feel our way. Thanks, Tess.

Joseph Hutchison said...

"A little farther on were spirits singing."

Beautiful! Magical. Reminds me of Dylan:

Thunder on the mountain, rolling like a drum

Gonna sleep over there, that's where the music coming from

I don't need any guide, I already know the way


erin said...

it's the other side of the same coin, rejoice. i felt this just tonight. i laughed at myself. told myself i am lucky to have anything at all to mourn.


William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Joe. Last night our youngest son was here and he said, “Dante.” Guide or no guide, I guess, who knows what’s just around the bend.

And you were right, Erin.