Notice of absence from arqios
an absence of Presence conjures Absence…
an absence of Presence conjures Absence…
somewhere overhead
the smaller bear sits:
my constant companion
whose trajectory lights up
carries forward my story arc
brings us our own constellation
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: 30 years ago now, living in Leuven, moving about the area every chance, this one again about Brugge.
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Yay, the first comment. As for your poem, I spot my beloved Ursa Minor. Was just looking up at the smaller bear, or little dipper, last night. I pretty much do any night I am outside and it is clear out. Love the stars. As I read this along with your note, I get a sense of a specific place really having an impact on who you are and where you've ended up. The Ursa Minor, then, is a metaphor for guidance and constancy. Connecting 30 years ago to today. A beautiful, powerful poem, my friend. Well done! 🌹👏
Yes, very much so. I wasn’t surrounded by much company growing up, a basic latch key kid who got abused in the few hours that the “responsible adults” were home. So I made my trysts and covenants with the inanimate - seasons, climate, stars, what have you… thanks for getting this and sharing your appreciated words. 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊️
You're welcome, my friend. Are you originally from Brugge? Always intrigued by other people's stories. Sorry to hear that the "responsible adults" were abusive. Not very responsible of them. Thank you for sharing with me and I am glad that my analysis hit the mark. ❤️🙏
No, not originally but was “adopted” by a wonderful Flemish Brabant family and it could be considered my awakening season. I was meant to have completed upper primary school in Bavaria but some years later I ended up living for a sort time in Belgium instead.
Oh. Got you. I am sure that made for quite the experience growing up. Thank you for sharing, my friend!
Ursa minor guidance or direction by Polaris the tip of the bear's tail. Callisto turned iby Artemis nto a bear for breaking her chatity vow. A great poem of a wander.
Indeed! The allusion to mythological lore makes it all the more compelling. Thanks for steering our thoughts that way, Soren 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
I have always found the richest education possible is that of travel. This is stunning. 🌹
Agreed! Thanks Teddy 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
The stars in the night sky can offer hope when life in the real world can at times be hard for some, as they journey through. That’s where your lines took me arqios. Lovely brevity.
It could be magic, I remember Mum encouraging star watching and even never dissuading star chasing 🪣 🥄 🙏🏻🕊
Such a nice poem of stars which can guide us.
Thanks kindly 👍🏻🙏🏻🕊
You're very welcome
Short and succinct
a powerful and
refreshing write!! 🤩
You get three stars ⭐⭐⭐
my friend!
To read a delight!!
I gaze at the bear
too, most every night! 🌃
Thanks for sharing! 🙏
Best regards ✌️ Thad
Nice, thanks kindly Thad 👍🏻🕊🌟🌟🌟
May those stars always shine on you arqios.
Andy
Thanks Andy, much appreciated 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
A lot said in few words, a poet's aspiration. Nice.
Thanks Dan! That is so spot on 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
Nice One arqios
The Stars are Nice
Thanks RC 🙏🏻 Your visits and comments are truly appreciated 👍🏻🕊
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