Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
When I worry I cannot seem to hide my thoughts. I feel and look so much older, too.Usually I will then go for a walk in my woods to be among nature where her scents and sounds are pure poetry and a release for my pent-up emotions.These are the thoughts that ran through my mind when I read your lovely words.
You’re wise to trust your instinct, Jan, by yielding to nature’s magic and charm. I’m glad these few words reminded you of that source of strength and refuge, which you already know.
nothing quite like that muse.... any muse un-dressingwhen and whereit ever opens things up:sweetly.my last "muse" got pissed-off when I said tha she was my one-true-muse...she replied"So , I amuse you ?"then she huffed off and married a dentist.she was 34.I was 70.go figure, eh ?but I did get 4 books and 367 drawings/paintings out of The Relationship.
It’s a slow day here, too.It must be something we ate, or dreamed, or drank.
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