Comments received on poems by arqios
a moment turning
Paul Bell said:
The rise and fall of life with no battery charge required.
In a strange way, there\'s a realisation it\'s happening, but happen it must cause life dictates it should.
Poignant moment for us all, check your time clocks.
November 8th, 2025 07:03
Paul Bell said:
The rise and fall of life with no battery charge required.
In a strange way, there\'s a realisation it\'s happening, but happen it must cause life dictates it should.
Poignant moment for us all, check your time clocks.
November 8th, 2025 07:03
after-image
sorenbarrett said:
Between shadow and person, reflection and real, what was and is there is a land a dimension of neverland where time does not exist and thoughts are stored. Not dark not light it holds what is not real and is only imagined but yet has not sprouted into fantasy. It is a reflection and echo of memory. This poem has a noir feel my friend
November 8th, 2025 06:15
sorenbarrett said:
Between shadow and person, reflection and real, what was and is there is a land a dimension of neverland where time does not exist and thoughts are stored. Not dark not light it holds what is not real and is only imagined but yet has not sprouted into fantasy. It is a reflection and echo of memory. This poem has a noir feel my friend
November 8th, 2025 06:15
a moment turning
Goldfinch60 said:
Time brings this to us all Rik but the \'quiet between the heartbeats\' bring us peace and loe.
Andy
November 8th, 2025 02:44
Goldfinch60 said:
Time brings this to us all Rik but the \'quiet between the heartbeats\' bring us peace and loe.
Andy
November 8th, 2025 02:44
a moment turning
Bella Shepard said:
You capture beautifully the gradual cognative decline we suffer as the years creep up on us. I can relate as I recognize some of the very things you touch upon, in my every day life. I hope we can still find a sense of purpose, no matter how many times we forget where we\'ve put things, or the reason for walking into a room, we have no choice but to go on. Well done done my friend!
November 7th, 2025 10:04
Bella Shepard said:
You capture beautifully the gradual cognative decline we suffer as the years creep up on us. I can relate as I recognize some of the very things you touch upon, in my every day life. I hope we can still find a sense of purpose, no matter how many times we forget where we\'ve put things, or the reason for walking into a room, we have no choice but to go on. Well done done my friend!
November 7th, 2025 10:04
a moment turning
Jerry Reynolds said:
Good write, Arqios. Time rounds out all the edges for sure.
November 7th, 2025 08:46
Jerry Reynolds said:
Good write, Arqios. Time rounds out all the edges for sure.
November 7th, 2025 08:46
a moment turning
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Rik, this unfolds with such grace and grief…every line a slow step down a familiar hall, still lit by the flicker of memory. Profound and haunting, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
November 7th, 2025 08:43
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Rik, this unfolds with such grace and grief…every line a slow step down a familiar hall, still lit by the flicker of memory. Profound and haunting, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
November 7th, 2025 08:43
a moment turning
orchidee said:
A fine write A.
No offence to those with real memory problems - but what can my 3 brain cells remember?! lol.
November 7th, 2025 08:38
orchidee said:
A fine write A.
No offence to those with real memory problems - but what can my 3 brain cells remember?! lol.
November 7th, 2025 08:38
a moment turning
sorenbarrett said:
Age, memory, the more pages read the harder to retain all the details and as the end grows near all merges into one story without details. In some dementia hastens the pace. A lovely write my friend and I feel it all to clearly as the years take their toll. I love the metaphor used here and the second stanza is very identifiable.
November 7th, 2025 05:48
sorenbarrett said:
Age, memory, the more pages read the harder to retain all the details and as the end grows near all merges into one story without details. In some dementia hastens the pace. A lovely write my friend and I feel it all to clearly as the years take their toll. I love the metaphor used here and the second stanza is very identifiable.
November 7th, 2025 05:48
a moment turning
OA Poetry said:
This really captures the slow fading of memory. A nice write!
November 7th, 2025 05:11
OA Poetry said:
This really captures the slow fading of memory. A nice write!
November 7th, 2025 05:11
pears in a moonlit orchard
Jerry Reynolds said:
A fine write, arqios. I enjoyed the read.
November 6th, 2025 15:00
Jerry Reynolds said:
A fine write, arqios. I enjoyed the read.
November 6th, 2025 15:00
pears in a moonlit orchard
Tristan Robert Lange said:
It’s classical, textured, and hauntingly calm. You’ve written a living painting...moonlight rendered in meter and quiet grace. Beautiful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
November 6th, 2025 09:50
Tristan Robert Lange said:
It’s classical, textured, and hauntingly calm. You’ve written a living painting...moonlight rendered in meter and quiet grace. Beautiful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
November 6th, 2025 09:50
in the end
Tristan Robert Lange said:
It’s spare, honest, and unflinching…a declaration without noise. The final “wholly mine” lands like breath after long silence. Beautiful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
November 6th, 2025 09:08
Tristan Robert Lange said:
It’s spare, honest, and unflinching…a declaration without noise. The final “wholly mine” lands like breath after long silence. Beautiful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
November 6th, 2025 09:08
pears in a moonlit orchard
sorenbarrett said:
There is something silently serene and darkly magnificent about this poem. It\'s rhyme scheme and meter add interest and allure to a mysterious evolving night scene where a wintery coolness pervades. Some wonderful lines as well.
\"The lantern of night spills a silv\'ry dew,
A breath of orchard drifts as maiden\'s hair.\"
All transforms as reality shifts to framed pictures. A most wonderful write that leaves a bewitched feeling.
November 6th, 2025 06:00
sorenbarrett said:
There is something silently serene and darkly magnificent about this poem. It\'s rhyme scheme and meter add interest and allure to a mysterious evolving night scene where a wintery coolness pervades. Some wonderful lines as well.
\"The lantern of night spills a silv\'ry dew,
A breath of orchard drifts as maiden\'s hair.\"
All transforms as reality shifts to framed pictures. A most wonderful write that leaves a bewitched feeling.
November 6th, 2025 06:00
pears in a moonlit orchard
Michael Edwards said:
This fires the imagination and a great format - superb read.
November 6th, 2025 05:27
Michael Edwards said:
This fires the imagination and a great format - superb read.
November 6th, 2025 05:27
in the end
Goldfinch60 said:
Opposites do attract on may occasions Rik but not all the time.
Andy
November 6th, 2025 02:46
Goldfinch60 said:
Opposites do attract on may occasions Rik but not all the time.
Andy
November 6th, 2025 02:46
in the end
Kevin Hulme said:
So much in this . The way a person shapes us; effects our being. Deep and meaningful.
Fine Poem.
November 5th, 2025 19:54
Kevin Hulme said:
So much in this . The way a person shapes us; effects our being. Deep and meaningful.
Fine Poem.
November 5th, 2025 19:54
in the end
Paul Bell said:
There is a wanting here, crumbs, acknowledgement, but nothing transpires.
The picture portrays a man at the end, maybe left with some dignity, but not much more.
November 5th, 2025 13:36
Paul Bell said:
There is a wanting here, crumbs, acknowledgement, but nothing transpires.
The picture portrays a man at the end, maybe left with some dignity, but not much more.
November 5th, 2025 13:36
in the end
sorenbarrett said:
Cryptic although arcane this piece has deep meaning for me. How often we attempt to please but our vision is not that of the one we wish to oblige. In the end no one to blame remains two separate beings, neither content but just who they are. Very nicely crafted (but the grain ran otherwise) a great metaphor my friend and it says it all. So it is with our poems as well. Cut to specifications to some they are not polished.
November 5th, 2025 08:10
sorenbarrett said:
Cryptic although arcane this piece has deep meaning for me. How often we attempt to please but our vision is not that of the one we wish to oblige. In the end no one to blame remains two separate beings, neither content but just who they are. Very nicely crafted (but the grain ran otherwise) a great metaphor my friend and it says it all. So it is with our poems as well. Cut to specifications to some they are not polished.
November 5th, 2025 08:10
in the end
Doggerel Dave said:
\"the masked \'reader\' not responding... not there? one way conversation now?
November 5th, 2025 05:47
Doggerel Dave said:
\"the masked \'reader\' not responding... not there? one way conversation now?
November 5th, 2025 05:47
the masked \'reader\'
Doggerel Dave said:
\"the masked \'reader\' not responding... not there? one way conversation now?
November 5th, 2025 05:46
Doggerel Dave said:
\"the masked \'reader\' not responding... not there? one way conversation now?
November 5th, 2025 05:46
in the end
orchidee said:
You\'ve started at the end. Will you get to the beginning?! Good write A. lol.
November 5th, 2025 05:08
orchidee said:
You\'ve started at the end. Will you get to the beginning?! Good write A. lol.
November 5th, 2025 05:08
the promise of morning
orchidee said:
Good morning, good day to you A! Oh, that was yesterday I first said that. It\'s \'today\' now.
And I still can\'t find \'tomorrow\'. When it gets here, it\'s today.
Do shut up Orchi, says Fido - you\'re becoming cryptically rambling! lol.
November 5th, 2025 03:31
orchidee said:
Good morning, good day to you A! Oh, that was yesterday I first said that. It\'s \'today\' now.
And I still can\'t find \'tomorrow\'. When it gets here, it\'s today.
Do shut up Orchi, says Fido - you\'re becoming cryptically rambling! lol.
November 5th, 2025 03:31
the promise of morning
Goldfinch60 said:
Every morning we arise is so special Rik, leading us into another day of unknown wonder and beauty. Great poem.
Andy
November 5th, 2025 02:18
Goldfinch60 said:
Every morning we arise is so special Rik, leading us into another day of unknown wonder and beauty. Great poem.
Andy
November 5th, 2025 02:18
the promise of morning
Tristan Robert Lange said:
The imagery breathes…each line a slow inhale of grace. “Both ache and joy” becomes one pulse here...dawn and soul rising together. Wonderful, my dear friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
November 4th, 2025 15:31
Tristan Robert Lange said:
The imagery breathes…each line a slow inhale of grace. “Both ache and joy” becomes one pulse here...dawn and soul rising together. Wonderful, my dear friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
November 4th, 2025 15:31
the promise of morning
sorenbarrett said:
This poem requires several readings as all deeper poems do. Cryptic the currents run deep in this one.
\"Embrace this new day’s promise,
not as a grand decree,
but as the simple turning
of leaves toward the sun.\"
This caught my attention first and how deeply it hit. So often we order, demand yet the turning of the leaf to the sun is natural no order given but self serving. A lovely metaphor. This poem carries with if a feel of spiritual calm and peace. A fave my friend
November 4th, 2025 05:50
sorenbarrett said:
This poem requires several readings as all deeper poems do. Cryptic the currents run deep in this one.
\"Embrace this new day’s promise,
not as a grand decree,
but as the simple turning
of leaves toward the sun.\"
This caught my attention first and how deeply it hit. So often we order, demand yet the turning of the leaf to the sun is natural no order given but self serving. A lovely metaphor. This poem carries with if a feel of spiritual calm and peace. A fave my friend
November 4th, 2025 05:50
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