Notice of absence from arqios
an absence of Presence conjures Absence…
an absence of Presence conjures Absence…
And as you walk through these familiar streets,
You notice small details you used to overlook:
The worn-out benches where people rest,
The graffiti that boldly splashes stories;
The fleeting smiles of passing strangers…
Each moment feels so much more precious-
Each breath a gift, not to be taken for granted.
You accept that endings are part of the journey;
Finding a truth that keeps you moving forward.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Recognising the fact that not everyone "walks" around, however our mobility transpires, please allow for the poetic intention and licence. Thank you.
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Good write A. I translate 'walk' in some of my poems, as 'live, behave, conduct, etc' though of course we have to walk in life, unless disabled, etc. For me it speaks of a steady pace, not too fast, not too slow.
Pity we don\'t use the word \'converse\" in such a manner any longer... we only have the shoes to connect our conversation! Lol that doesn\'t really sit well in the mind. I could have also opted for \"stravage,\" but Mary Poppins wouldn\'t have any of that! Oh thanks for being so quick ad being first in today's posting 👍🕊️
That's another word I translate - 'conversation' in old language usually means 'conduct, or way of life'.
"bowels" too and a few other choice words we still use today but with different connotations! What a lovely mess our language is🤪
We need not legs to see, beautiful. 🌹
So true, thanks Teddy 👍🙏🏻🕊️
In metaphor we all walk through this life. As I grow older I notice more details previously overlooked. Time becomes more precious as there is less of it. Knowing that each breath may be the last they are savored knoing that it may be the last. The familiar becomes the novel knowing I may never come this way again. Lovely
Thanks Soren, that is so true! It's like living a second, subsequent life. 🙏🏻👍🕊️
A wonderful journey.I was transported because I do prefer to walk.Well written
Ah, as do I! Thanks kindly 👍🕊️🙏🏻
First, your note speaks worlds of you, my poetic friend. Worlds I already knew existed by reading and engaging with you. Indeed, words are limited and sometimes to capture a concept/feeling we have to use words that might leave others out. By putting that note in you avoided leaving anyone out and, imho, invited them right back in! Well done, just on that alone. That aside, your poem is profoundly powerful. Endings are, indeed, a part of the journey and, truthfully, the journey is more our home (at least for now) than the destination. When we get there, that will change...but in the meantime, I find peace in that. Bravo, friend! 🌹👏
Very true. Excellent.
We need more walking and less running, life dictates that we are always rushing, then as you get older and nearer the end, you start valuing things you should of noticed and valued years ago, Very enjoyable read
Hi
I have problems walking
Such true words arqios, we need to walk around to see life around us.
Andy
A lot of truth in what you say.
Good one.
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