Comments received on poems by arqios



parallel universe in truth
Thomas W Case said:



September 29th, 2025 08:35

parallel universe in truth
Thomas W Case said:

Boom. Powerful work.

September 29th, 2025 08:35

parallel universe in truth
sorenbarrett said:

Such a poem Cryptic. Like the dirt road it looks nothing special on the surface but its solid foundation and guiding way takes us onward sheltering our feet from unseen holes and keeping them dry. One step in front of the other never looking back but only forward with each step one step closer to where ever we go. It is a long journey and the destruction left behind is only a memory put out of mind as we look to the horizon. Nicely penned this poem leaves a feeling of resolution and the persistent need to move onward. Loved it a fave

September 29th, 2025 06:42

residue map
Tom Dylan said:

A wonderful write. Love the last lines.

September 29th, 2025 04:41

graduated cylinder
Goldfinch60 said:

That memory is always rising Rik.

Andy

September 29th, 2025 01:09

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

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

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

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

the fountain
Fína Elara 🌙 Petra Patrice said:

Beautifully written

September 28th, 2025 12:24

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

between the hours
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

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

residue map
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

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

residue map
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) said:

nice write

September 27th, 2025 05:13

the crooked compass
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

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

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

the fountain
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

the fountain
arqios said:

Now 7 is a beautiful number. Just saying😂

September 26th, 2025 00:34

the saga in the hall
David Welch said:

You have great imagery.

September 25th, 2025 19:52

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

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

rusted edges, burning gears
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

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