Notice of absence from arqios
Be kindβ¦.
β¦. words donβt rewind
Be kindβ¦.
β¦. words donβt rewind
With pen in hand
I become a silent herald
Channeling voices long forgotten
And stories left unsaid
Through the guise of another
I bring forth light
Of hidden truths
And the darkness bred
Of oft buried fears.
In these silent spaces
My true voice is birthed.
- Author: crypticbard (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 13th, 2024 08:19
- Comment from author about the poem: Are you one of those silent heralds? There are quite a few around, last time I checked.
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments8
I believe I am, my friend! Though, depending on which piece of mine one is reading, one might beg to differ on how silent of a herald I am! π€£ I truly relate to this. Well done with a poignant question at the end! ππΉ
Thanks friend. Sometimes we are not one thing or another but everything, other times we arenβt anything at allβ¦. then there are those rare moments when we are perfectly ourselves despite what surrounds us. ππ»
Absolutely. And know this, my dear friend, I find a home in your depth! π€ Thank you for being you!
Cheers mate ππ»
Love it
Thanks Tony ππ» That means a lot!
You're welcome
You have depicted well, the voice of a poet. Very nicely worded in this poem.Cryptc
Thanks Soren ππ»
I think i am, enjoyable read, Thank you
Thanks kindly ππ»
You are very welcome, have a good weekend
You too ππ»
One tries to be .. I think .. and tho' I prefer deep, I am content to dwell in the shallows .. Nice one my good man ππ
Yeah, I totally get that N ππ»
A wonderful poem π
great brevity,!! π
I'm one of those
silent heralds,
but sometimes noisy!! π³
Thanks for sharing my friend! π
Best regards βοΈ Thad
Cheers Thad! ππ»
So very true arqios, those pens can leak out many unsung words.
Andy
Indeed Andy, thanks ππ»
The voice of poets. We have a duty not to be silent. Our job is to be heard surely and long may your words continue to have their impact arqios.
Thanks Cassie. A united voice is what weβre working towards. Varied but together as in threads of a larger tapestry. ππ»
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