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 Michaelian is a poet for our times. Sadly our times are more filled with loud noise masquerading as music and rushing here and there and worrying for the rising price of motor fuel than it is filled with quiet gentle reflection.
Reviewed by Molly Martin
Winter Poems
by William Michaelian
Cosmopsis Books
Paperback: 33 pages, ISBN-13: 978-0979659904
From the eye appealing cover filled with snowy conifers to the last page of lyrics; poet Michaelian has a manner of reflecting on many memorable hitherto not recognized components of existence using verbiage that is comprehensible, lucid and unrestrained.
Michaelian is a poet for our times. Sadly our times are more filled with loud noise masquerading as music and rushing here and there and worrying for the rising price of motor fuel than it is filled with quiet gentle reflection.
Winter Poems is at once poignant, compelling and filled with stinging metaphors: “I’m an old man alone with a frozen axe, a curved wooden handle planted in dead weight.”
There once was a time in our country when the words of Emily Dickinson, Carl Sandburg Walt Whitman, Robert Frost and even Shakespeare fell often from the lips of those who passed by on the street. We no longer live in an age of lyrical verse. The wonder lines of famous and not so famous bards are no longer a part of our lives. We have lost something for it.
Presenting winter in bleak realism; the emptiness, deepening snow and the looming need for refuge and protection and waiting that nature so readily understands and the poet takes heed fills Michaelian’s work: "howling-gruff the call-forth bark of scent-wise remembering dogs, tether-worn with pale claws, madness revived in distance born, I run off to greet the storm."
William Michaelian is a voice for our time. His is an influence that has a right to be heard, what he sets forward is important, he is a versifier who is in touch with the significant concerns of our time. He addresses those quiet, often overlooked, compelling elements found in everyday life that are the very best moments of our being. Michaelian touches upon thoughts filled with analysis, insight and stirring: “not a single leaf remains: a reminder that winter kills, while that which survives is cleansed.”
Writing in verbiage that does not try to find ways to electrify, amaze or astound affected poetry disciples or even bookish contemporaries; Michaelian seeks simply to commune.
Michaelian is, as Frost who once said of himself, "one of those poets who wants to be understood." I like that. Michaelian has a message, wants to communicate that message and does so very well: “shall we confirm what others fear to know? that a plaster statue lives long after winter has set in?”
Reviewed by: molly martin
www.angelfire.com/ok4/mollymartin
www.AuthorsDen.com/mjhollingshead
20+ years classroom teacher
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