Saturday, July 26, 2014

Those bright flowers

Those bright flowers in your hair,
you wear as stars, and a galaxy blows
from here to there, as a child
sows an end to war.


manik sharma said...


This goes out to Gaza- unrelenting in the horror it conveys.

Jan said...

Beautifully said, William. If only all prayers for peace could be answered~

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Manik. It no longer makes sense to me to name our wars, because there is really only one, and that is the war waged between our ears. Each and every murder, however organized, justified, condemned, or ordained, is a murder we commit against ourselves. To feel safe or proud or smug or not responsible, at whatever safe physical or mental distance, is to deny that every action we take, and thought we have, has consequence in this world. It is indeed a tangled web we weave, that grips us as we devour ourselves as our very own prey.

Thank you, too, Jan. I was just finishing my response to Manik when your comment arrived. There isn’t much I can add, except my love to you both for your ever-kind attention.

Bhagya Shree said...

Wow. This is a wonderful composition. Like it just blossoms in your heart.

Thank you for sharing William.


William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Bhagya.