Sunday, July 21, 2013

Boundary wall

Wise old man in ripe old age
dust and dew upon his face

all stones present yet out of place
grateful for his fall to grace


Jonathan Chant said...

Lovely gift for a blazing afternoon.

Thank you William.

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, too, Jonathan. I’m glad you see it this way. Your saying so is a gift in return.

Jan (JFM) said...

What a delightful picture you have painted in my mind, William~~~

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jan.

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

yes I agree totally with Jan (JFM) reading this I built in my mind a pacefull and beautiful imagine, out of the time and immortals in time

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Laura. And so the image grows, because both you and Jan read with your heart.

Gary B. Fitzgerald said...


Such a narrow dead-band of understanding
between the rise in frequency and power
and its eventual decline.
The world is a mosaic picture pixellated
on the screen of our mind.
The pixels dim and over time the tiny tiles
fall one by one, the image blurs,
the clarity goes down.
So glib we were then, quoting Homer
and Hemingway, referencing Blake
or Yeats or the Bible. The wisdom of the dead.
But only in that narrow bandwidth
between never having heard of them before
and forgetting what they said.

Copyright 2008 – Softwood: Seventy-eight Poems, Gary B. Fitzgerald
Copyright 2010 – Ponds and Lawns: New and Collected Poems, Gary B. Fitzgerald

William Michaelian said...

Beautiful. I love it, Gary. Thanks.