Comments received on poems by arqios
first light
Doggerel Dave said:
The mood of the moment simply portrayed. Definitely a case of less is more.
October 27th, 2025 17:54
Doggerel Dave said:
The mood of the moment simply portrayed. Definitely a case of less is more.
October 27th, 2025 17:54
first light
Kevin Hulme said:
Dawn and Dusk : Such magical times . Good one.
October 27th, 2025 10:17
Kevin Hulme said:
Dawn and Dusk : Such magical times . Good one.
October 27th, 2025 10:17
first light
Paul Bell said:
Like the slow start to this.
You can see him sitting contemplating the day ahead, and who knows, it might be a better day.
October 27th, 2025 09:46
Paul Bell said:
Like the slow start to this.
You can see him sitting contemplating the day ahead, and who knows, it might be a better day.
October 27th, 2025 09:46
dance in the wake
Tristan Robert Lange said:
You are most welcome, my friend
October 27th, 2025 09:24
Tristan Robert Lange said:
You are most welcome, my friend
October 27th, 2025 09:24
first light
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this is gentle grace in motion…a meditation of breath and light. The stillness feels sacred. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 27th, 2025 09:16
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, this is gentle grace in motion…a meditation of breath and light. The stillness feels sacred. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 27th, 2025 09:16
herd of words
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Reading this felt like running with it myself…each poet part of something greater, the ground and sky shared. It reminds me why we write at all. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 27th, 2025 08:53
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Reading this felt like running with it myself…each poet part of something greater, the ground and sky shared. It reminds me why we write at all. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 27th, 2025 08:53
first light
sorenbarrett said:
Cryptic in this poem I see a metaphor about hope that turns faith then knowledge that light comes after the dark and there is always a new beginning. Lovely set in beautiful imagery.
October 27th, 2025 06:11
sorenbarrett said:
Cryptic in this poem I see a metaphor about hope that turns faith then knowledge that light comes after the dark and there is always a new beginning. Lovely set in beautiful imagery.
October 27th, 2025 06:11
herd of words
Goldfinch60 said:
Great words Rik, my herd has risen today.
Andy
October 27th, 2025 02:19
Goldfinch60 said:
Great words Rik, my herd has risen today.
Andy
October 27th, 2025 02:19
herd of words
Doggerel Dave said:
\'Tis my belief that every (or most) people have an element of truth within them - some have the ability to turn that into poetry or verse, some don\'t, but the sometimes single sliver of truth remains.
October 26th, 2025 17:52
Doggerel Dave said:
\'Tis my belief that every (or most) people have an element of truth within them - some have the ability to turn that into poetry or verse, some don\'t, but the sometimes single sliver of truth remains.
October 26th, 2025 17:52
herd of words
Kevin Hulme said:
A fine write as always. A good Metaphor too.
October 26th, 2025 15:42
Kevin Hulme said:
A fine write as always. A good Metaphor too.
October 26th, 2025 15:42
herd of words
rhmn_7 said:
Poets and poetry, thundering together, that is a powerful description indeed!
October 26th, 2025 15:37
rhmn_7 said:
Poets and poetry, thundering together, that is a powerful description indeed!
October 26th, 2025 15:37
herd of words
Paul Bell said:
Long may it continue, a letter a word a sentence, and before you know it, a poem.
October 26th, 2025 11:52
Paul Bell said:
Long may it continue, a letter a word a sentence, and before you know it, a poem.
October 26th, 2025 11:52
herd of words
orchidee said:
A fine write A. I wandered the plain - but fell in a bog! Doh! LOL.
October 26th, 2025 10:51
orchidee said:
A fine write A. I wandered the plain - but fell in a bog! Doh! LOL.
October 26th, 2025 10:51
herd of words
Friendship said:
Well said, my friend. Your poem could be to celebrate the collective power of words and the necessity of collaboration in the creative process, highlighting how poets and their work contribute to a shared, living art form.
October 26th, 2025 08:26
Friendship said:
Well said, my friend. Your poem could be to celebrate the collective power of words and the necessity of collaboration in the creative process, highlighting how poets and their work contribute to a shared, living art form.
October 26th, 2025 08:26
herd of words
sorenbarrett said:
I love this allegory where we all are letters sometimes forming words and in this prairie some grass grows, goes to seed and a few sprouts sprout, others catch fire and burn some wilt under a drying sun, but it is not any one blade that makes the prairie but the sum total. Weeds grow amongst us and here and there a grand tree is found. It too with time falls and its rot provides nurturance for more grass to grow. Enough the poem speaks for itself and my passing thoughts like the wind only bend its blades that return as if never touched. A lovely write and a fave.
October 26th, 2025 05:31
sorenbarrett said:
I love this allegory where we all are letters sometimes forming words and in this prairie some grass grows, goes to seed and a few sprouts sprout, others catch fire and burn some wilt under a drying sun, but it is not any one blade that makes the prairie but the sum total. Weeds grow amongst us and here and there a grand tree is found. It too with time falls and its rot provides nurturance for more grass to grow. Enough the poem speaks for itself and my passing thoughts like the wind only bend its blades that return as if never touched. A lovely write and a fave.
October 26th, 2025 05:31
the corkscrew
Goldfinch60 said:
I always have a corkscrew in my life Rik, it is on the Swiss Army Knife that I have had in my pocket for over fifty years.LOL.
Andy
October 26th, 2025 02:51
Goldfinch60 said:
I always have a corkscrew in my life Rik, it is on the Swiss Army Knife that I have had in my pocket for over fifty years.LOL.
Andy
October 26th, 2025 02:51
the corkscrew
orchidee said:
Yep, I\'m a musty, dusty old \'has-been\' bottle! Well, I keep saying Goldfinch and I are millions of years old; we were at Hastings 1066; and WE in fact were the first men on the moon way before 1969; etc. lol.
October 25th, 2025 12:15
orchidee said:
Yep, I\'m a musty, dusty old \'has-been\' bottle! Well, I keep saying Goldfinch and I are millions of years old; we were at Hastings 1066; and WE in fact were the first men on the moon way before 1969; etc. lol.
October 25th, 2025 12:15
the corkscrew
sorenbarrett said:
A wonderful metaphor here Cryptic memories corked some good some not so much, some leak and others age with grace. A most lovely write soft as the dust that covers them inside spirits of unknown value.
October 25th, 2025 05:17
sorenbarrett said:
A wonderful metaphor here Cryptic memories corked some good some not so much, some leak and others age with grace. A most lovely write soft as the dust that covers them inside spirits of unknown value.
October 25th, 2025 05:17
consolation in the kitchen
FrasMac said:
First stanza drew me right into the tale. Line 3 is as bright as the picture it is drawn from.
If I may say, reading your works remind me a little of a famous Scots poet by the name of Norman MacCaig, whose talent, at least to my limited understanding, lay in his ability to bring life to otherwise dull, everyday happenings.
October 25th, 2025 02:08
FrasMac said:
First stanza drew me right into the tale. Line 3 is as bright as the picture it is drawn from.
If I may say, reading your works remind me a little of a famous Scots poet by the name of Norman MacCaig, whose talent, at least to my limited understanding, lay in his ability to bring life to otherwise dull, everyday happenings.
October 25th, 2025 02:08
dance in the wake
FrasMac said:
Full of depth, made me gasp for air at points. Lovely writing.
October 25th, 2025 02:04
FrasMac said:
Full of depth, made me gasp for air at points. Lovely writing.
October 25th, 2025 02:04
workday residue
Doggerel Dave said:
It felt like a fading memory, just as it would float by, Rik.
(For me they\'ve been fading for now at least a quarter of my lifetime...)
October 24th, 2025 19:28
Doggerel Dave said:
It felt like a fading memory, just as it would float by, Rik.
(For me they\'ve been fading for now at least a quarter of my lifetime...)
October 24th, 2025 19:28
workday residue
Kevin Hulme said:
A fine write. When I read Scaffolding, I was thinking of the \' Gallows\'. and the Weight of it\'s Victims. Enjoyed.
October 24th, 2025 18:55
Kevin Hulme said:
A fine write. When I read Scaffolding, I was thinking of the \' Gallows\'. and the Weight of it\'s Victims. Enjoyed.
October 24th, 2025 18:55
workday residue
Friendship said:
I really enjoy this poem written from your heart. The poem revolves around the remnants of work and the emotional and physical traces left behind in a space that is now empty. It explores themes of labor, memory, and the passage of time, focusing on how the physical environment retains echoes of human presence and activity. The subject matter includes the metaphorical and literal \"residue\" of workdays—represented by the scaffolding, receipts, and voices—highlighting the relationship between individuals and their labor.
October 24th, 2025 14:06
Friendship said:
I really enjoy this poem written from your heart. The poem revolves around the remnants of work and the emotional and physical traces left behind in a space that is now empty. It explores themes of labor, memory, and the passage of time, focusing on how the physical environment retains echoes of human presence and activity. The subject matter includes the metaphorical and literal \"residue\" of workdays—represented by the scaffolding, receipts, and voices—highlighting the relationship between individuals and their labor.
October 24th, 2025 14:06
workday residue
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, haunting in its restraint…the scaffolding, the receipts, the ghost of conversation...all leaning together like memory itself. Beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 24th, 2025 08:13
Tristan Robert Lange said:
My friend, haunting in its restraint…the scaffolding, the receipts, the ghost of conversation...all leaning together like memory itself. Beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
October 24th, 2025 08:13
workday residue
sorenbarrett said:
There is a loneliness and melancholy feel to this poem as if a hollowness was echoing a distant message from the past.
October 24th, 2025 06:28
sorenbarrett said:
There is a loneliness and melancholy feel to this poem as if a hollowness was echoing a distant message from the past.
October 24th, 2025 06:28
Devon Pan
Tristan Robert Lange said:
This is poetry’s own origin story...Pan’s breath reborn in modern lungs, the Devon wind carrying Keats, Shelley, and Wordsworth in its undertones. You’ve written the eternal pursuit of art itself: beauty fleeing, music following. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Very well done and a fave.
October 23rd, 2025 18:50
Tristan Robert Lange said:
This is poetry’s own origin story...Pan’s breath reborn in modern lungs, the Devon wind carrying Keats, Shelley, and Wordsworth in its undertones. You’ve written the eternal pursuit of art itself: beauty fleeing, music following. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Very well done and a fave.
October 23rd, 2025 18:50
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