Comments received on poems by arqios
farcical bloomery
Bella Shepard said:
This poem is such fun, bursting with metaphor, and the visual and olfactory senses are awash with pleasure. Such a lovely Sunday treat!!
November 9th, 2025 11:50
Bella Shepard said:
This poem is such fun, bursting with metaphor, and the visual and olfactory senses are awash with pleasure. Such a lovely Sunday treat!!
November 9th, 2025 11:50
farcical bloomery
orchidee said:
Good write A. And now me next poem, often using alliterations, erm \'F.....something flowers!\' .lol.
November 9th, 2025 09:36
orchidee said:
Good write A. And now me next poem, often using alliterations, erm \'F.....something flowers!\' .lol.
November 9th, 2025 09:36
farcical bloomery
Jerry Reynolds said:
I enjoyed reading this beauty. On a Sunday morning, sipping yesterday\'s coffee.
November 9th, 2025 09:17
Jerry Reynolds said:
I enjoyed reading this beauty. On a Sunday morning, sipping yesterday\'s coffee.
November 9th, 2025 09:17
farcical bloomery
Paul Bell said:
I\'m thinking of the flowers in my garden, who tend to do a runner when they see me coming.
Now that you\'ve mentioned farting flowers, a new plan is forming.
November 9th, 2025 06:57
Paul Bell said:
I\'m thinking of the flowers in my garden, who tend to do a runner when they see me coming.
Now that you\'ve mentioned farting flowers, a new plan is forming.
November 9th, 2025 06:57
farcical bloomery
sorenbarrett said:
Nature full of paradox, beauty is more than a veneer. It shines from within and laughs at the arrogant and haughty. It does not deem itself as anything more than what it is and has a charm of its own. A lovely poem light hearted but with a message. Nicely done my friend
November 9th, 2025 05:46
sorenbarrett said:
Nature full of paradox, beauty is more than a veneer. It shines from within and laughs at the arrogant and haughty. It does not deem itself as anything more than what it is and has a charm of its own. A lovely poem light hearted but with a message. Nicely done my friend
November 9th, 2025 05:46
a moment turning
NafisaSB said:
what a beautiful way to describe the passing days....yes, the body does get heavier, and the breaths shorter, but the quiet in between will always be yours to measure, and be satisfied
November 9th, 2025 05:44
NafisaSB said:
what a beautiful way to describe the passing days....yes, the body does get heavier, and the breaths shorter, but the quiet in between will always be yours to measure, and be satisfied
November 9th, 2025 05:44
farcical bloomery
FrasMac said:
What a joyful celebration of nature! Farting flowers is hilarious!
November 9th, 2025 04:53
FrasMac said:
What a joyful celebration of nature! Farting flowers is hilarious!
November 9th, 2025 04:53
after-image
Goldfinch60 said:
Wonderful words Rik showing that things can change in a moment and revert in another moment.
Andy
November 9th, 2025 02:03
Goldfinch60 said:
Wonderful words Rik showing that things can change in a moment and revert in another moment.
Andy
November 9th, 2025 02:03
after-image
Dan Williams said:
Not sure to be saddened or or awakened, provokes thought as all poetry should. Nice work.
November 9th, 2025 00:56
Dan Williams said:
Not sure to be saddened or or awakened, provokes thought as all poetry should. Nice work.
November 9th, 2025 00:56
a moment turning
Dan Williams said:
Amen. This is just wonderful, articulates so well what may be an epidemic. Stalling out halfway through a sentence, unable to call up names known for a lifetime,
\" corridors I no longer patrol\". well spoken! nice work!
November 9th, 2025 00:50
Dan Williams said:
Amen. This is just wonderful, articulates so well what may be an epidemic. Stalling out halfway through a sentence, unable to call up names known for a lifetime,
\" corridors I no longer patrol\". well spoken! nice work!
November 9th, 2025 00:50
a moment turning
PerditaRose said:
This is something I fear. I hope that at least one of the cures comes to fruition. Your imagery is beautiful and made this a personal experience for me.
November 8th, 2025 20:47
PerditaRose said:
This is something I fear. I hope that at least one of the cures comes to fruition. Your imagery is beautiful and made this a personal experience for me.
November 8th, 2025 20:47
after-image
Neville said:
This is like me looking at a mirror and pondering upon the reflection of yours truly .. dark and inviting but scary too, like an induced abreaction might be .. 👍👍
November 8th, 2025 13:28
Neville said:
This is like me looking at a mirror and pondering upon the reflection of yours truly .. dark and inviting but scary too, like an induced abreaction might be .. 👍👍
November 8th, 2025 13:28
after-image
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Arqios, you framed loneliness through light, glass, and movement until the whole scene felt suspended in breath. A quiet masterpiece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
November 8th, 2025 13:07
Tristan Robert Lange said:
Arqios, you framed loneliness through light, glass, and movement until the whole scene felt suspended in breath. A quiet masterpiece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
November 8th, 2025 13:07
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
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