Comments received on poems by arqios
hobbitual
Tom Dylan said:
Nicely done. This poem had a calming effect as I read it. And the last line was just perfect.
June 18th, 2025 04:30
Tom Dylan said:
Nicely done. This poem had a calming effect as I read it. And the last line was just perfect.
June 18th, 2025 04:30
hobbitual
Goldfinch60 said:
May that contentment be forever with us all arqios.
Andy
June 18th, 2025 02:18
Goldfinch60 said:
May that contentment be forever with us all arqios.
Andy
June 18th, 2025 02:18
hobbitual
Poetic Licence said:
Just take it nice and easy no more, no less, enjoyed the read
June 17th, 2025 09:30
Poetic Licence said:
Just take it nice and easy no more, no less, enjoyed the read
June 17th, 2025 09:30
hobbitual
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Oh, this is absolutely beautiful. As a lifelong Tolkien fan who’s read LOTR several times over, I’m truly grateful for this. My favorite poem of the day so far, hands down.
Your piece is a gently luminous meditation on rootedness, domestic rhythm, and the sacred art of enough—and that Sindarin poet’s note? It transforms the entire thing.
I won’t share the translation here—people should earn it for themselves—but the Elvish closing becomes a mythic mirror to the poem’s quietude. It reads like an immortal reflecting on the mortal life of a Hobbit with reverent awe. Hobbitual (I just love the title) is no longer just quaint—it becomes cosmically significant: a small life lived with purpose becomes a kind of eternal flame in a fading world. To me, it feels like an Elf has just left a Hobbit hole and is now standing on a high ridge, murmuring those Sindarin lines as a blessing… or maybe a farewell. Like saying, “You don’t know what you hold, little one. But I do. And I will remember.”
Pure beauty, my friend. Probably my favorite of yours so far—and that’s saying a lot, because everything you write pretty much ends up a fave. 🤣 🌹👏
June 17th, 2025 09:19
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Oh, this is absolutely beautiful. As a lifelong Tolkien fan who’s read LOTR several times over, I’m truly grateful for this. My favorite poem of the day so far, hands down.
Your piece is a gently luminous meditation on rootedness, domestic rhythm, and the sacred art of enough—and that Sindarin poet’s note? It transforms the entire thing.
I won’t share the translation here—people should earn it for themselves—but the Elvish closing becomes a mythic mirror to the poem’s quietude. It reads like an immortal reflecting on the mortal life of a Hobbit with reverent awe. Hobbitual (I just love the title) is no longer just quaint—it becomes cosmically significant: a small life lived with purpose becomes a kind of eternal flame in a fading world. To me, it feels like an Elf has just left a Hobbit hole and is now standing on a high ridge, murmuring those Sindarin lines as a blessing… or maybe a farewell. Like saying, “You don’t know what you hold, little one. But I do. And I will remember.”
Pure beauty, my friend. Probably my favorite of yours so far—and that’s saying a lot, because everything you write pretty much ends up a fave. 🤣 🌹👏
June 17th, 2025 09:19
where shadows do not drown
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Wow! Beautifully rendered. I new about the púca and now learned about the bunyip. Fascinating learning this poem provides and weaves mythology and the feeling of being isolated in exile fantastically together. A master class poem imho! Well done, my friend! 🌹👏
June 17th, 2025 07:57
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Wow! Beautifully rendered. I new about the púca and now learned about the bunyip. Fascinating learning this poem provides and weaves mythology and the feeling of being isolated in exile fantastically together. A master class poem imho! Well done, my friend! 🌹👏
June 17th, 2025 07:57
hobbitual
Mutley Ravishes said:
Beautiful work, Arqios!
It is enough..... yet is it? Is that because their world is still limited? Sauron & co sure helped to wake up the sleepy ones (at least some them). Just like what\'s unfolding today?!
June 17th, 2025 05:50
Mutley Ravishes said:
Beautiful work, Arqios!
It is enough..... yet is it? Is that because their world is still limited? Sauron & co sure helped to wake up the sleepy ones (at least some them). Just like what\'s unfolding today?!
June 17th, 2025 05:50
where shadows do not drown
Poetic Licence said:
Thats a neat combination and I have been educated as i have never heard of either before. A touch of menace in the write but really nicely crafted, they may not drown but they can still weigh you down, loved the read, thank you
June 17th, 2025 05:03
Poetic Licence said:
Thats a neat combination and I have been educated as i have never heard of either before. A touch of menace in the write but really nicely crafted, they may not drown but they can still weigh you down, loved the read, thank you
June 17th, 2025 05:03
hobbitual
arqios said:
Go ye forth, where burrows lie deep, walls of earth hold warmth close, kettle singing—no haste, only the steady beat of life.
Hands till the soil, giving sun to seed, roots remembering days long past.
Feet tread soft on mossy ground, step by step, sure and steady, paths worn true, yet never weary.
Loaves break, laughter rises, ale flows, then flows again, contentment sitting easy in the bones.
Beyond the hill, the world stirs, but here, time rests, day counted in feasting, life measured by hearth and harvest.
It is enough.
June 17th, 2025 04:54
arqios said:
Go ye forth, where burrows lie deep, walls of earth hold warmth close, kettle singing—no haste, only the steady beat of life.
Hands till the soil, giving sun to seed, roots remembering days long past.
Feet tread soft on mossy ground, step by step, sure and steady, paths worn true, yet never weary.
Loaves break, laughter rises, ale flows, then flows again, contentment sitting easy in the bones.
Beyond the hill, the world stirs, but here, time rests, day counted in feasting, life measured by hearth and harvest.
It is enough.
June 17th, 2025 04:54
hobbitual
David Wakeling said:
A fascinating adventure. For me it describes the hut of a hobbit with moss on the floors and breaking bread. Very imaginative indeed
June 17th, 2025 04:24
David Wakeling said:
A fascinating adventure. For me it describes the hut of a hobbit with moss on the floors and breaking bread. Very imaginative indeed
June 17th, 2025 04:24
hobbitual
sorenbarrett said:
This has feelings of a mole that burrows and digs in tunnels underground then it emerges into country life and its slow and easy pace where the day is measured by the sun not the clock. A most lovely feel.
June 17th, 2025 04:21
sorenbarrett said:
This has feelings of a mole that burrows and digs in tunnels underground then it emerges into country life and its slow and easy pace where the day is measured by the sun not the clock. A most lovely feel.
June 17th, 2025 04:21
where shadows do not drown
sorenbarrett said:
Love mythology and folk legends. Most interesting hos immigrating cultures bring their stories with them that combine with indigenous stories in more modern blends. The screech of the bunyip around the billabong might be quite eerie. Loved the poem and a fave
June 17th, 2025 03:56
sorenbarrett said:
Love mythology and folk legends. Most interesting hos immigrating cultures bring their stories with them that combine with indigenous stories in more modern blends. The screech of the bunyip around the billabong might be quite eerie. Loved the poem and a fave
June 17th, 2025 03:56
where shadows do not drown
arqios said:
Thanks for the Fave @Mutley Ravishes you are much appreciated🙏🏻🕊️
June 17th, 2025 00:44
arqios said:
Thanks for the Fave @Mutley Ravishes you are much appreciated🙏🏻🕊️
June 17th, 2025 00:44
the poet’s barren tale
NafisaSB said:
despite thinking you could not, you did serve
bravo
keep it up - the words will flow naturally
June 17th, 2025 00:27
NafisaSB said:
despite thinking you could not, you did serve
bravo
keep it up - the words will flow naturally
June 17th, 2025 00:27
where shadows do not drown
Mottakeenur Rehman said:
Your poem weaves myth and exile with haunting beauty—shadows may shift, but their weight remains. A masterful dance of memory and menace.
June 16th, 2025 20:23
Mottakeenur Rehman said:
Your poem weaves myth and exile with haunting beauty—shadows may shift, but their weight remains. A masterful dance of memory and menace.
June 16th, 2025 20:23
veil of the known
Tristan Robert Lange said:
A very wonderful piece, my friend. I love the nature in your poems. Well done! 🌹👏
June 15th, 2025 19:47
Tristan Robert Lange said:
A very wonderful piece, my friend. I love the nature in your poems. Well done! 🌹👏
June 15th, 2025 19:47
veil of the known
Doggerel Dave said:
As I\'m not well versed (oh dear) in metaphor, I only saw an abused river of which there are too many in the world, polluted in the extreme, and the wise decision not to step in.
For me, at that level, perfect sense.
June 15th, 2025 17:37
Doggerel Dave said:
As I\'m not well versed (oh dear) in metaphor, I only saw an abused river of which there are too many in the world, polluted in the extreme, and the wise decision not to step in.
For me, at that level, perfect sense.
June 15th, 2025 17:37
veil of the known
Poetic Licence said:
A very interesting write and curious the writer chooses to not partake, I got the sense of someone walking back through their life and they know and fear what they would see and be told, hence the reluctance to be involved. Whatever the meaning is this is a really enjoyable and engrossing read, thank you
June 15th, 2025 17:07
Poetic Licence said:
A very interesting write and curious the writer chooses to not partake, I got the sense of someone walking back through their life and they know and fear what they would see and be told, hence the reluctance to be involved. Whatever the meaning is this is a really enjoyable and engrossing read, thank you
June 15th, 2025 17:07
veil of the known
sorenbarrett said:
Cryptic I believe this is one of your best poems. As I attempt to unravel it and all its metaphor, in splendid unique imagery (The city breaths metal and wire) (Above, the sky bruises with evening) that imprints itself so vividly, I become aware that the feelings it evokes are not so easily put into words, at least words that do it any justice. The blended aroma from food cooked hangs in the air and can not easily be put into words but just enjoyed. The meaning is too deep and it only provokes hunger that would consume if it could. Truly masterful
June 15th, 2025 05:09
sorenbarrett said:
Cryptic I believe this is one of your best poems. As I attempt to unravel it and all its metaphor, in splendid unique imagery (The city breaths metal and wire) (Above, the sky bruises with evening) that imprints itself so vividly, I become aware that the feelings it evokes are not so easily put into words, at least words that do it any justice. The blended aroma from food cooked hangs in the air and can not easily be put into words but just enjoyed. The meaning is too deep and it only provokes hunger that would consume if it could. Truly masterful
June 15th, 2025 05:09
veil of the known
arqios said:
Hopefully not too deep or too weighty for a Sunday read. Hadn\'t quite finalised the fathers day write; ours is not until 7 Sept., this year. hehe
June 15th, 2025 04:28
arqios said:
Hopefully not too deep or too weighty for a Sunday read. Hadn\'t quite finalised the fathers day write; ours is not until 7 Sept., this year. hehe
June 15th, 2025 04:28
veil of the known
David Wakeling said:
Wow this is special. Reading this I am transported to the river ,t he city and nature. Interestingly the author is chooses not to participate. because as it says a t the end some things are left untold.I really enjoyed this. A very introspective piece.
June 15th, 2025 04:20
David Wakeling said:
Wow this is special. Reading this I am transported to the river ,t he city and nature. Interestingly the author is chooses not to participate. because as it says a t the end some things are left untold.I really enjoyed this. A very introspective piece.
June 15th, 2025 04:20
a lad\'s cards
Poetic Licence said:
Lovely nostalgia, not only were they competitive and fun but very educational and still going strong today, I sense this is also a bit more than card\'s, what we might lose today maybe we can get back tomorrow, enjoyed the read
June 15th, 2025 02:44
Poetic Licence said:
Lovely nostalgia, not only were they competitive and fun but very educational and still going strong today, I sense this is also a bit more than card\'s, what we might lose today maybe we can get back tomorrow, enjoyed the read
June 15th, 2025 02:44
a lad\'s cards
David Wakeling said:
A fascinating collection and a wonderful trip down nostalgia avenue.I had cards when I was a kid they were the Australian animals.I particularly liked the Boobook owl.This is a great poem.Took me to happy places beyond.
June 14th, 2025 19:32
David Wakeling said:
A fascinating collection and a wonderful trip down nostalgia avenue.I had cards when I was a kid they were the Australian animals.I particularly liked the Boobook owl.This is a great poem.Took me to happy places beyond.
June 14th, 2025 19:32
a lad\'s cards
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Wow! Sentimental, nostalgic...a great metaphor...and prophetic (when we look at Trump\'s array of tanks and dictator\'s dreams...sorry, I\'m stuck living here in the Umbrella States of Aggression...pardon me...USA 🤷♂️) all at the same time. Wonderful job on this, my friend! A fave for sure! 🌹👏
June 14th, 2025 17:36
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Wow! Sentimental, nostalgic...a great metaphor...and prophetic (when we look at Trump\'s array of tanks and dictator\'s dreams...sorry, I\'m stuck living here in the Umbrella States of Aggression...pardon me...USA 🤷♂️) all at the same time. Wonderful job on this, my friend! A fave for sure! 🌹👏
June 14th, 2025 17:36
a lad\'s cards
Doggerel Dave said:
Facinating. I never knew. In my day (I mean kiddie day) and inherited from my Dad were cigarette cards (cough cough). But although there were games derived for those not interested in collecting, this was for the conkers, marbles and knucklebones (don\'t remember what we called it - five stones?) off season.
Your game sounds very war/competitive for boys. Thanks for this slice of social history.
June 14th, 2025 17:24
Doggerel Dave said:
Facinating. I never knew. In my day (I mean kiddie day) and inherited from my Dad were cigarette cards (cough cough). But although there were games derived for those not interested in collecting, this was for the conkers, marbles and knucklebones (don\'t remember what we called it - five stones?) off season.
Your game sounds very war/competitive for boys. Thanks for this slice of social history.
June 14th, 2025 17:24
the poet’s barren tale
Tony Grannell said:
The unslaked thirst for a poem - the clink of empty cups, a hollow toast, indeed and yet this fine, fine poem squeezed out of the drought to quench the reader\'s desire for, as I\'ve said, a fine, fine poem. ... and now to stock the, \'Pub With No Beer\' - I could do with a pint - Slainte Mhath!
I trust you are in fine fettle,
Tony.
June 14th, 2025 16:26
Tony Grannell said:
The unslaked thirst for a poem - the clink of empty cups, a hollow toast, indeed and yet this fine, fine poem squeezed out of the drought to quench the reader\'s desire for, as I\'ve said, a fine, fine poem. ... and now to stock the, \'Pub With No Beer\' - I could do with a pint - Slainte Mhath!
I trust you are in fine fettle,
Tony.
June 14th, 2025 16:26
a lad\'s cards
sorenbarrett said:
I sense not only a nostalgic story from the past but a metaphor as well in a world where every move is a gamble and win or loose we get up the next day to try to win back what we lost. A lovely write that brings back memories. A fave
June 14th, 2025 15:53
sorenbarrett said:
I sense not only a nostalgic story from the past but a metaphor as well in a world where every move is a gamble and win or loose we get up the next day to try to win back what we lost. A lovely write that brings back memories. A fave
June 14th, 2025 15:53
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