Comments received on poems by arqios
graduated cylinder
Tristan Robert Lange said:
This is quiet brilliance, Arqios…memory aching in drops, silence calibrated in longing, the meniscus caught between holding and release. A piece that lingers in its restraint. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
September 28th, 2025 16:24
Tristan Robert Lange said:
This is quiet brilliance, Arqios…memory aching in drops, silence calibrated in longing, the meniscus caught between holding and release. A piece that lingers in its restraint. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
September 28th, 2025 16:24
graduated cylinder
orchidee said:
Since when did I figure out any triple entendres, as Soren has?! Sharpen up some literary skills, Fido advises me. lol.
September 28th, 2025 13:04
orchidee said:
Since when did I figure out any triple entendres, as Soren has?! Sharpen up some literary skills, Fido advises me. lol.
September 28th, 2025 13:04
residue map
Fína Elara 🌙 Petra Patrice said:
Using laboratory glassware and residue as a metaphor for memory, experience, and lasting impact is innovative and poignant. Lines like “Even the silence left a watermark” are particularly striking. Nicely written.
September 28th, 2025 12:28
Fína Elara 🌙 Petra Patrice said:
Using laboratory glassware and residue as a metaphor for memory, experience, and lasting impact is innovative and poignant. Lines like “Even the silence left a watermark” are particularly striking. Nicely written.
September 28th, 2025 12:28
graduated cylinder
Fína Elara 🌙 Petra Patrice said:
This is a stunning, precise, and reflective poem, both delicate and intellectually vivid. Nicely written.
September 28th, 2025 12:25
Fína Elara 🌙 Petra Patrice said:
This is a stunning, precise, and reflective poem, both delicate and intellectually vivid. Nicely written.
September 28th, 2025 12:25
rusted edges, burning gears
Fína Elara 🌙 Petra Patrice said:
This is both chilling and captivating; the poem grips from start to finish. Lovely write ✍️ ✨
September 28th, 2025 12:21
Fína Elara 🌙 Petra Patrice said:
This is both chilling and captivating; the poem grips from start to finish. Lovely write ✍️ ✨
September 28th, 2025 12:21
between the hours
Fína Elara 🌙 Petra Patrice said:
So peaceful and meditative; each detail feels alive yet calm.
September 28th, 2025 12:14
Fína Elara 🌙 Petra Patrice said:
So peaceful and meditative; each detail feels alive yet calm.
September 28th, 2025 12:14
graduated cylinder
sorenbarrett said:
Cryptic this poem is not as clear as that vial but shows a couple of possibilities, one haunted feelings of age and its deterioration. In this meniscus cleverly used in a triple entendre. and falling weight as in sagging flesh of age. The other may be the sad and nostalgic loss and looking back on a past relationship and its aged outcome. In either case there is a sense of melancholy there. Well done Cryptic
September 28th, 2025 03:41
sorenbarrett said:
Cryptic this poem is not as clear as that vial but shows a couple of possibilities, one haunted feelings of age and its deterioration. In this meniscus cleverly used in a triple entendre. and falling weight as in sagging flesh of age. The other may be the sad and nostalgic loss and looking back on a past relationship and its aged outcome. In either case there is a sense of melancholy there. Well done Cryptic
September 28th, 2025 03:41
graduated cylinder
orchidee said:
Fido asks me (in a nice way): \'I suppose you didn\'t get any of the cryptic meanings of this poem - as usual?!\'
September 28th, 2025 02:05
orchidee said:
Fido asks me (in a nice way): \'I suppose you didn\'t get any of the cryptic meanings of this poem - as usual?!\'
September 28th, 2025 02:05
residue map
Goldfinch60 said:
Those watermarks of life are always there for us to remember those times Rik.
Andy
September 28th, 2025 01:09
Goldfinch60 said:
Those watermarks of life are always there for us to remember those times Rik.
Andy
September 28th, 2025 01:09
residue map
Tristan Robert Lange said:
This is quiet testimony...rings, stains, and silence all becoming proof of what’s lived. That final watermark line seals it. Subtle, resonant, and beautifully written, as always my poetic friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
September 27th, 2025 07:54
Tristan Robert Lange said:
This is quiet testimony...rings, stains, and silence all becoming proof of what’s lived. That final watermark line seals it. Subtle, resonant, and beautifully written, as always my poetic friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
September 27th, 2025 07:54
residue map
sorenbarrett said:
Here in metaphor or allegory a great lesson. Markers need to be left. So many missing pieces in history of individuals, societies, the race itself. So many lost poetic thoughts not written and preserved. What marks do we leave for those to come? I am afraid in this technological age of electronic recording that all might be lost. A most lovely and poignant write Cryptic
September 27th, 2025 05:27
sorenbarrett said:
Here in metaphor or allegory a great lesson. Markers need to be left. So many missing pieces in history of individuals, societies, the race itself. So many lost poetic thoughts not written and preserved. What marks do we leave for those to come? I am afraid in this technological age of electronic recording that all might be lost. A most lovely and poignant write Cryptic
September 27th, 2025 05:27
the crooked compass
Goldfinch60 said:
Those things are always in our life for us to ponder about Rik.
Andy
September 27th, 2025 00:57
Goldfinch60 said:
Those things are always in our life for us to ponder about Rik.
Andy
September 27th, 2025 00:57
the crooked compass
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Rock on, Rik! This feels alive in its quiet defiance. The clock, the shadow, the kite…each image refuses to be dismissed. It’s subtle, but it keeps pushing forward. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ A fave!
September 26th, 2025 09:06
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Rock on, Rik! This feels alive in its quiet defiance. The clock, the shadow, the kite…each image refuses to be dismissed. It’s subtle, but it keeps pushing forward. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ A fave!
September 26th, 2025 09:06
the fountain
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Arqios, this is haunting…the fountain folding into itself feels like thought caught in endless return. Quietly devastating. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
September 26th, 2025 08:56
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Arqios, this is haunting…the fountain folding into itself feels like thought caught in endless return. Quietly devastating. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
September 26th, 2025 08:56
the crooked compass
sorenbarrett said:
A poem of perceptions where time bends, and colors fade but all must be seen in one form or another. A thought provoking write my friend
September 26th, 2025 05:27
sorenbarrett said:
A poem of perceptions where time bends, and colors fade but all must be seen in one form or another. A thought provoking write my friend
September 26th, 2025 05:27
the fountain
Tom Dylan said:
A fine write, mate. Love the way it flows. (Pun intended. :-D)
September 26th, 2025 04:28
Tom Dylan said:
A fine write, mate. Love the way it flows. (Pun intended. :-D)
September 26th, 2025 04:28
the fountain
Goldfinch60 said:
Those circles will always come back onto themselves Rik.
Andy
September 26th, 2025 01:28
Goldfinch60 said:
Those circles will always come back onto themselves Rik.
Andy
September 26th, 2025 01:28
the fountain
sorenbarrett said:
Deeply philosophical as well as poetic this poem focuses on circles. A pint in time to another draws a straight line but from a farther perspective line to line an arc and in fine a circle. The circle of life and existence. I love the images created in this poem the hulls without rigging, the fountain. Where to stop it makes no difference always in the same circle and from there to where. An endless journey without end. Lovely and a fave my friend
September 25th, 2025 07:16
sorenbarrett said:
Deeply philosophical as well as poetic this poem focuses on circles. A pint in time to another draws a straight line but from a farther perspective line to line an arc and in fine a circle. The circle of life and existence. I love the images created in this poem the hulls without rigging, the fountain. Where to stop it makes no difference always in the same circle and from there to where. An endless journey without end. Lovely and a fave my friend
September 25th, 2025 07:16
between the hours
Tom Dylan said:
A fascinating poem, mate. The idea of the plaza holding its breath, just brilliant. Nicely done.
September 25th, 2025 02:30
Tom Dylan said:
A fascinating poem, mate. The idea of the plaza holding its breath, just brilliant. Nicely done.
September 25th, 2025 02:30
rusted edges, burning gears
Goldfinch60 said:
Strong words Rik showing the state of the world today.
Andy
September 25th, 2025 01:25
Goldfinch60 said:
Strong words Rik showing the state of the world today.
Andy
September 25th, 2025 01:25
rusted edges, burning gears
Doggerel Dave said:
Loss of control - nothing meshes properly - yet some metaphorical (!?) WD40 has seen you through....
Glad to know all is not lost, Rik.
September 24th, 2025 21:24
Doggerel Dave said:
Loss of control - nothing meshes properly - yet some metaphorical (!?) WD40 has seen you through....
Glad to know all is not lost, Rik.
September 24th, 2025 21:24
rusted edges, burning gears
orchidee said:
You gone rusty yourself? I have - probably! lol.
September 24th, 2025 10:30
orchidee said:
You gone rusty yourself? I have - probably! lol.
September 24th, 2025 10:30
rusted edges, burning gears
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Rik, this piece gnashes and rusts in equal measure…the soot, the forgotten hands, the trembling gears. It speaks of decay but also the stirring beneath. And paired with your note, it’s clear…life may be hectic, but your voice is still cutting through. Beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ sorry to hear of your struggles, my friend. Hope they ease soon!
September 24th, 2025 07:23
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Rik, this piece gnashes and rusts in equal measure…the soot, the forgotten hands, the trembling gears. It speaks of decay but also the stirring beneath. And paired with your note, it’s clear…life may be hectic, but your voice is still cutting through. Beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ sorry to hear of your struggles, my friend. Hope they ease soon!
September 24th, 2025 07:23
rusted edges, burning gears
sorenbarrett said:
This poem speaks to me of the cold weight and fierce grind of society over the broken and bleeding bones of the individual soon buried and forgotten in the name of progress. It has a feel of anomie and alienation a distancing from others in a metallic unfeeling world of distopia. But there is a final justice in entropy and death that treats all the same in its inevitability
September 24th, 2025 06:31
sorenbarrett said:
This poem speaks to me of the cold weight and fierce grind of society over the broken and bleeding bones of the individual soon buried and forgotten in the name of progress. It has a feel of anomie and alienation a distancing from others in a metallic unfeeling world of distopia. But there is a final justice in entropy and death that treats all the same in its inevitability
September 24th, 2025 06:31
between the hours
Goldfinch60 said:
Walking through that plaza brings so much ti us Rik.
Andy
September 24th, 2025 01:47
Goldfinch60 said:
Walking through that plaza brings so much ti us Rik.
Andy
September 24th, 2025 01:47
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