Notice of absence from arqios
A reminder to extend an olive branch… where possible.
Let us sup of the dignity of kindness and humility…
A reminder to extend an olive branch… where possible.
Let us sup of the dignity of kindness and humility…
We build our lives within these walls:
from homes to parks to markets;
every brick, every tree, every street
holds the echoes of our presence
- the imprints of our daily lives.
We are the community:
shaping and being shaped
by the spaces we inhabit;
our interactions, our shared moments
create a dynamic tapestry
rich with diversity
woven with care.
In each greeting, each smile
we find connection;
in each shared space, a sense of belonging.
We are stronger together;
our community buoyant and indomitable -
the spaces we inhabit
alive with our spirit.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Indeed it is so you can still see the spirit of Pompeii in its frozen figures and of Hiroshima in the shadows burnt on sidewalks but that is not the spirit you speak of there is a sense of home to a house, a city, a country. There are bonds built into each structure and when these are torn down we feel a loss and the present is no longer the past. A most beautiful and positive write. Disregard my begining dysphoria and gloom
That is so true Soren. And yes, I shall endeavour to keep mine (dysphoria and gloom) a leash and an alternating schedule - or I can at least try to. 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
Everyday we our shaped by the environment. our strength is in our unity. A nice poem!
Thanks kindly, 👍🏻🕊🙏🏻
You're very welcome
It was laurels - now we're cutting down olive trees! Doh! heehee.
Yep… what’s next on the culling cue?
Our strength and being is moulded by what we are surrounded by and what we live in, enjoyed the read
And this is why I surround myself with all of youse! 👍🏻🕊🙏🏻
Indeed. Every house I have lived in I have tried to imagine the people who lived there before, what their lives were like. One time I entered an abandoned house in weirdly abandoned community in Weird NJ...not the magazine...but the state in the USA I grew up. Though do check out the magazine. Fun stuff. Anywho, the house was just up and abandoned. There were fly swatters hanging on the walls, remnants of human life that was there one day and seemingly gone the next. Not sure if twas an imminent domain thing, or what. (I feel a poem about this coming on, actually, so thanks for the inspiration!)...but it was haunting to see to say the least. All of this to say, well done my friend! Well written, happy to be the second person to fave it! 🌹👏
I am for one expectant of this poem arising!? My Aunt and Uncle lived in N.J. for the longest time. Union way and Menlo Park.
Ah. Nice. Rock on. My poem is written and now you most definitely will recognize it when it drops. For most of my life I lived in NJ. Grew up in northwest New Jersey, not too far from Union/Menlo Park (about 50 minutes). Then again...nothing in Jersey is far away. You can be "in the middle of nowhere" hiking on the Appalachian Trail and, within in an hour or so (on a good traffic day...which there rarely is), be in NYC. I love that about the area. Even where I live now...in Eastern PA...still have easy access to both NYC and Philly and still very close to the Appalachian Trail and many more trails...which, as a hiker, I love.
You are a wise man mi amigo.Your wisdom shines through like a light-house in the fog.Wonderful poem
Only after a good life’s beating down, like an olive press, and what little of the produce gets squandered and frittered away if not utilised in poetry. Painful lessons, might as well share to at least warn of the undue pain that lies in store. The fog at certain times can be wonderful too. Hence the foghorn, a necessary sidearm of any self-deserving lighthouse keeper. Most humbling response from you… and I have now rambled on.. and on…
Clapping! 👏👏
A wonderful,
delightful and
insightful write!!
Artfully expressed
and a pleasure
to recite!! 🤩
Best regards ✌️ Thad
Thanks Thad! 👍🏻 would love to hear a recording of you reciting it! 🙏🏻🕊️
What you have created here is without doubt a little masterpiece in its very own write .. & no kidding .. so very muchly enjoyed .. Neville
Aww… thanks N. Now that’s definitely a nudge with a bit of rib poke. 🙏🏻🕊️
Such true words arqios, our homes should be open to all.
Andy
Like you said in yours, we learn from all types and varieties of social interactions 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊️
Fantastic work, my friend.
Kind words TWC, thank you 👍🏻🙏🏻🕊
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