Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
💀 What do you know? I'm taking a holiday. You can bet that I will be back one day! See you in a week or so. In the meantime, have a look around! 💀
💀 What do you know? I'm taking a holiday. You can bet that I will be back one day! See you in a week or so. In the meantime, have a look around! 💀
There’s a cut on my finger.
A cut, with blood.
No guts, no glory,
Just a cut.
A mystery.
The cut appeared
Like a chocolate smear.
It tastes metallic, not like chocolat—
The cut, deep red
Raspberry preserves
Without the sweetness.
Stinging with pain,
Slowly manifested,
As the viscous flow
Becomes a sticky syrup
Coating the crack,
A grotesque fissure
Fragmenting
My once forgotten flesh.
No more.
The fissure,
A hardening new terrain
Crusting and covering
In a purple-brown,
Blackish-red clay.
Soon enough,
Days, maybe a week,
Maybe slightly more,
It won’t even be a memory;
Yet, there will be room
For another
Mysterious
Cut.
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Online) - Published: January 22nd, 2025 09:56
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Paper cuts are some of the most painful. Sting like hell. This appears to be deeper and describes the healing process. The all important healing process. Hopefully no scars will be left. Great description here Tristen. Have a happy Wednesday.
Thank you, Cassie, honestly, two days later, it was barely noticeable. It was deeper than a paper cut, but ultimately, a mere flesh wound, as I remember being exclaimed in Monty Python! 🤣 I think I got it shoveling snow inspired me. I literally typed the poem as I watched it dry and start to heal. So glad that the poem delivered, my friend. I hope your Wednesday went well! ❤️🙏
A entertaining read with a serious message, that over time things will heal, but there will always be another cut at sometime, really enjoyed this one.
Have some hand sanitizer.... the ultimate cut-finder!
That is so true! It never fails! 🤣 Thank you for reading and engaging, my friend! ❤️🙏
Good write T.
Thank you, Orchi! Much appreciated! ❤️🙏
Tremendous imagery. You bring this to vivid life.
Thank you so much, Thomas! Glad the imagery and poem delivered! Much appreciated! 🙏❤️
At least it's a minor abrasion at this rate, nothing like the paring knife through my fingertip, piecing from one side to the other and leaving actual scars. Beautifully eloquent in its rendering with excellent imagery and a haunting poignancy, it's winsome to boot. Thank you for sharing.
LOL! Indeed, I've had one of those too. A whittling knife (man they're sharp) and many stitches later. Just missed the nerve! 😱 I'd much take the minor abrasions, for sure! Thank you, my friend. Glad the poem and imagery delivered! 🙏❤️
I took this literally the first read then I wondered about metaphor. Many times we suffer other times of cuts rather than our literal hand. Mind wandering again
Let your mind wander away, my friend! Such wandering leads to beautiful and profound thoughts (or sometimes twisted ones, in my case 🤣).Thank you so much for your time and feedback, Soren. Always appreciated! ❤️🙏
Well written! (Reminded me of my case of self harm)
Thank you, my friend. Self-harm is such a tricky terrain for one to navigate. As you know, I've been there too. Glad that the poem resonated, and I hope that it was healing to read. It is so good to know we are not alone in our struggles. Thank you, truly, for your time, thoughts, and support. Always appreciated! ❤️🙏
You're very welcome. It was quite healing to read, though I still have my case so one day...
Yes! One day my friend...one day at a time. You are very much on my heart and in my prayers. ❤️
Thank you so very much!
Excellent write Tristan
Thank you so much, Tony. Much appreciated, my friend! ❤️🙏
You're welcome
Awesome poem, 😀
you must have amazing
healing powers¿?😳
Glad it wasn't serious! 😁
Great use of form,!!
Best regards ✌️ Thad
Yeah, three days later and it is almost gone! Not quite, but not the bloody mess that it was when I wrote this LOL! Just a little, tiny flesh wound that I incurred while shoveling nature's white powder. Anyway, glad the poem delivered my friend! ❤️🙏 Thank you for reading and engaging.
Life is a bunch of cuts. Sometimes there is sweetness added to a cut helps lessen the pain you feel. Other times you get a cut, salt is added and the pain is deeper than it was originally. The one thing cuts have in common is that they eventually close up. I love the way you ended your poem...
Indeed. Thank you Olive. I am glad that the poem, its message and its ending resonated. Your time and your engagement are very much appreciated! ❤️🙏
You really paint the picture, Tristan. A fine write.
Thank you so much, Tom. Much appreciated, my friend! I'm glad the poem delivered! 🙏❤️
The first cut is rarely the deepest .. so that blows that old myth out of the water to start with .. it often takes at least one or two testing nicks before the big one .. unless we are talking tension release and then who knows .. because who's counting by that stage .. Nice one for an early Friday afternoon ponder with the whole weekend off to look forward to too Tristan .. Kindest Regards, Neville
Indeed and you're welcome 😉! Thank you so much, Nevill, for your time and your astute analysis. Much appreciated, my friend! ❤️🙏
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