Comments received on poems by arqios



she that rides with the wind
Paul Bell said:

A cold wind is a blowing.
Usually the metaphor for the Monday morning train cancellation tanoy announcement.

February 23rd, 2026 12:22

she that rides with the wind
orchidee said:

\'She\' sounds like KP! heehee. Good write A.

February 23rd, 2026 12:17

she that rides with the wind
Tristan Robert Lange said:

arqios, this carries a cold edge from the first line. The mood settles in fast…bleak, wind-cut, unsettled. It feels elemental and haunting. Very powerful, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

February 23rd, 2026 10:15

two eras in one land
Tristan Robert Lange said:

arqios, what I admire most here is the composure. Austen’s posture, Thompson’s weight…you let them stand side by side without collapsing them into each other. “Not braided” is the perfect choice. Each era keeps its own light, its own burden. It’s thoughtful and beautifully restrained, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

February 23rd, 2026 09:53

she that rides with the wind
sorenbarrett said:

At first reading this made me think of the wind itself but upon seeing the part that said a breeze creates I wondered and then seeing the collections title it makes more sense to think of a broadcast. Bad news travels fast, faster than the wind. Yes it does whistle and disrupts the night. A haunting poem my friend.

February 23rd, 2026 07:05

two eras in one land
Goldfinch60 said:

We all carry home our own thoughts and reasons Rik.

Andy

February 23rd, 2026 02:00

two eras in one land
Kevin Hulme said:

It\'s Jane Austen meets Conan Doyle.
Enjoyed.

February 22nd, 2026 20:45

two eras in one land
orchidee said:

Good write A.

February 22nd, 2026 11:05

two eras in one land
sorenbarrett said:

Multileveled Cryptic architecture and literature metaphors for life styles and views different eras and perspectives. Jane Austin, Victoria Thompson two very different authors in different eras. Cleverly interwoven several threads that make one fabric in this poem. Very nice Cryptic this has to be a fave for the most skillful weaving here

February 22nd, 2026 07:30

an unveiling
Goldfinch60 said:

May that path always be filled with truth Rik.

Andy

February 22nd, 2026 02:52

an unveiling
Kevin Hulme said:

You said it all . Well done.

February 21st, 2026 21:14

an unveiling
Tristan Robert Lange said:

arqios, this reads like a manifesto for clarity. “Truth is a tree, its roots entwine” gives the piece its grounding… and when you end with “Guides us through, and is our stay,” it feels like you’ve drawn a clean line in the sand. Simplicity as strength. Calm, deliberate, assured. Well done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

February 21st, 2026 10:58

an unveiling
orchidee said:

Good write A. How\'s that Summer going?

February 21st, 2026 09:33

an unveiling
sorenbarrett said:

Lovely and clear this poem speaks of truth which I take to be emotions felt not just word written. A wonderful piece my friend

February 21st, 2026 09:09

Letters from the Sanctuary
Tristan Robert Lange said:

4️⃣ Fusion
My friend, this balances wit and weight in a really satisfying way. The layered voices, the slow tightening tension, and the final declaration of autonomy all work together. It’s playful on the surface but serious at its core…freedom chosen, not granted. Strong work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

February 20th, 2026 01:20

Letters from the Sanctuary
Doggerel Dave said:

\'Obviously\'? Was it easier to write then? (Hoped they would make it.)

February 19th, 2026 20:23

Letters from the Sanctuary
orchidee said:

Good write A.

February 19th, 2026 08:13

Letters from the Sanctuary
Friendship said:

Nicely written.My friend.

February 19th, 2026 07:22

Letters from the Sanctuary
sorenbarrett said:

Visions of George Orwell and Animal Farm. A lovely metaphor where freedom is pursued and where the innocent must run. Today there are no sanctuaries and the new world is as dangerous as the old. Well written my friend.

February 19th, 2026 05:53

alone
Goldfinch60 said:

So many memories within that gate Rik. If only it could talk.

Andy

February 19th, 2026 02:43

alone
Kevin Hulme said:

Love old Churches: so much History and fine Architecture. Fine Poem on the Lychgate.

February 18th, 2026 20:53

alone
Tristan Robert Lange said:

My friend, this is quiet and reverent. It feels like standing in a threshold between memory and present silence. There’s restraint here that gives it dignity. The mood settles gently and stays. Beautifully composed, my friend, and I love the accompanying image too. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

February 18th, 2026 11:19

alone
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:

a fave, enjoyed the read and message

February 18th, 2026 06:43

alone
sorenbarrett said:

What is a gate but a doorway a passageway an entrance now alone and silent once a witness to so many passings once not now but memories linger in hope for return. A great poem leaving such feeling Cryptic. Very nicely done and haunting it merits a fave

February 18th, 2026 05:38

alone
orchidee said:

Were - or are - lychgates places where they rest coffins on the way in and out of church? Good write A.

February 18th, 2026 05:18

alone
David Wakeling said:

This is so deep.I like the old wooden gate as a metaphor.So many people passed by seeking comfort.A great poem amigo

February 18th, 2026 05:16

looking glass
Goldfinch60 said:

Fine words Rik but what many do not realise is that when you look into a mirror you see the reverse of yourself.

Andy

February 18th, 2026 02:23

looking glass
Kevin Hulme said:

I remember a Chinese saying that says we all have three selves: The one we project to people. The one they receive. And the one that we really are. And then there\'s Satre\'s \' Hell is other people\'. But that is getting deep. Good one.

February 17th, 2026 20:53

looking glass
Tristan Robert Lange said:

My friend, this is piercing and beautifully controlled. It feels fragile without being weak. The fracture imagery carries emotional weight from start to finish. That final turn toward mosaic instead of portrait lands with quiet strength. Powerful piece, Rik. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

February 17th, 2026 10:50

What is it?
Tristan Robert Lange said:

My friend, I’ve wrestled with that same impulse to name what can’t quite be named. The circling, the un-naming…that feels honest. Sometimes the asking is the only solid ground we have. This captures that restless tension beautifully. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

February 17th, 2026 10:13

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