Notice of absence from arqios
an absence of Presence conjures Absence…
an absence of Presence conjures Absence…
Belatedly, towing a rust-worn Saab, where
many dreams and adventures were wrenched
out from a youngster's brooding petulance ...
Gravel crunches under a pair of balding tires
guttural screaming to a downbeat of debt
spewing steadfastly from a tattered billfold.
What a present! timely to an empty fridge,
in the hallway, a growing pile of washing
impatiently reeking of malodorous intent.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: February 15th, 2025 05:37
- Comment from author about the poem: Many years ago, watching an ‘Old World’ film on the local SBS channel, sparked that darker part of my inner consciousness….
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 47
- Users favorite of this poem: Mutley Ravishes, Cheeky Missy
Comments11
Metaphors of past now rusted dreams and memories in the squalor of the present where action not taken has led to languor and a settling into malaise. May be way off but this is the feel I get
Well, it’s headed that way, but not just yet… so yes! You have followed your gut on this. It did get better🙏🏻🕊
I could be completely off the mark here and probably am, but i get the sense of a sad childhood, nothing to dream for, lack of hope, best that they can do is try to survive, sorry if i have got it wrong. To me this a emotional and haunting write.
Oh no, definitely not wrong there. Not sure how that seeped through, but got a clue as to how… but you are a superbly astute reader as well as a sensitive writer! 🙏🏻🕊
I glad i did not misunderstand, Thank you for your kind words
And thank you for your friendship and much valued support of my writing 🙏🏻🕊
Raw, emotional, and beautifully written. These words will stay with me for a while🙏
That is like music to the ears. Thanks so much R. May you garner all the marks that you are aiming for at your exams! 🙏🏻🕊
Many loves❤️❤️...🙏
Good write A.
Thanks O 🙏🏻🕊
Living life with the tools we've got. This is a poem of the struggle of living life with less than what is needed to get by. A car that barely rumbles along, is falling apart, and is running on fumes and flat tires. Brilliant metaphor, my friend! 🌹👏
When it was real and it was also useful as a metaphor! Unsinkable content! Oh to have lived 👍🏻thanks man 🙏🏻🕊️
For sure! You're welcome!
Superb
Thanks TWC🙏🏻🕊
Thanks for the fave: @Mutley Ravishes and @Cheeky Missy 🪶🙏🏻🕊🌷
There seems to be some memories here that are good bad and ugly. Hope better days have followed
The whole lot, no apologies, no embellishments or cover ups… 👍🏻🕊
But the good times came arqios.
Andy
Indeed they did, Andy🙏🏻🕊
Yep, that's many a Saab's sad end.
Don’t we know it! 👍🏻🕊
Some great metaphors here arqios, but I would be lying if I told you I felt no pain. I did.
wrenched dreams
Another fine write from your prolific pen. Have a word with my muse will you. She’s slacking.
That, I will, or perhaps better still, muse to muse… they won’t bemuse. 🙏🏻🕊
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