resonant birdcalls
estranged from
credence
awash in a tumultuous
ocean of tears
on the otherside
of this open pond
selling bananas
and flaky croissants
afford but little
to allay one’s tremors
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 14th, 2026 05:09
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I tend to like bananas and flaky croissants but then I am on the other side of the pond. This poem is best for after breakfast when the brain has more fuel to work. It is enigmatic in its clarity. And it is true that food is comfort for some but not I when feeling sad. A most intriguing poem my friend
Between a proper breakfast and brunch! 🕊️🙏🏻
A snack then
A sad poem. Your poem aims to evoke empathy and understanding of the complexities of human emotions.
That too! Thanks , Friendship 🕊️🙏🏻
Good write A.
Thanks, O🕊️🙏🏻
arqios, this balances the mundane and the immense beautifully. Birdcalls, ponds, pastries…then tremors and estrangement. It feels like displacement rendered softly, without dramatics. The calm tone makes the ache sharper. Strong work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
It may even be a kind of salad days young adulthood feel! Thanks Tittu🕊️🙏🏻
Most welcome, my friend.
You can always walk around the pond Rik to get your steps up and then enjoy the croissant.
Andy
Indeed! That’s brilliant 🕊️🙏🏻
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