Monday, July 13, 2015

Fewer words

Fewer words, and fewer still — until you find yourself
rich pulp, seed blessed, sweet juice, expressed.


translated and edited by Marie Jenney Howe

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Jan said...

I always feel that you enjoy others interpretations of your drawings and writings, dear William. goes. I have read this quite a few times and my thoughts kept going back to "recycle a tree"..."rich pulp?"

I probably have it wrong but I just had to say what came to mind. I usually do...just ask my hubby :))

William Michaelian said...

Well, Jan, as I’ve said before, there is no right or wrong where interpreting these poems or drawings is concerned. Often times, I’m really not sure myself — I start out meaning one thing, only to find, a few hours or days later, that I meant something else. So we scratch our heads together. And you’re right, I do enjoy your interpretations, and appreciate them too. Thank you.....

Jonathan Chant said...

It's a lovely fermentation which ever we look at it. A summer poem, I think.

William Michaelian said...

I like that thought. I was thinking recently (once again) how very much we are influenced by the changing seasons. Thanks, Jonathan.