Notice of absence from arqios
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In fragments, I find you,
piece by piece,
each shard a story,
a glimpse through the cracks.
Moments drift,
unanchored,
and I catch only slivers,
glints of who you are.
Splinters of knowing,
scatter through my mind,
I gather them,
building an incomplete you.
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- Published: February 9th, 2025 02:53
- Comment from author about the poem: โฆ a thought on poetry and interactions on poems and poets
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- Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy, Teddy.15
Comments13
I've fallen to pieces, I'm all in a heap! heehee.
into hundreds of hymns as well! ๐๐๐ป๐๏ธ
Great poem. Like the shards metaphor. The shards can be precious.
As to interactions, an air of mystery is far better. You will never build a complete picture of someone through their writing. Poets I have met are often very different from the way their muse works. Enjoyed the read.
So true Cassie, that is another factor to consider. And for sure, some more mysterious than others; all sorts. ๐๐ป๐๏ธ
Super descriptive write - I found myself reading it aloud and well worthy of another read
Oh, nice Michael... hope you do press that record button to save an audio of the reading! That would be truly tremendous๐๐ป๐๐๏ธ
Wonderfully worded the means by which we gain knowledge, learn and know things and people. Bib by bit assembling the puzzle that lays before us.
Thank you for getting in early. Hope you are having a good Sunday! Yes, puzzle piecesโฆ I believe Microsoft employed that imagery a couple of decades backโฆ โwhere are you going today?โ Was its boot up screen messageโฆ ๐๐ป๐
I'm sure we can truly know anyone. It can be a difficult sea to navigate.This poem made me think. Excellent
It is quite a journey for sureโฆ And with 8B in the planet and increasing! there are so many possibilities, minus of course the daily toll that is natural and/or belligerently human. But thatโs a spin off topic to thisโฆ thanks kindly ๐๐ป๐
A delicate and haunting poem written with great feeling. I love the first line especially.
Out of the mists an encounter of soulsโฆ thanks for lauding that first line. You are much appreciated ๐๐ป๐
Hmm. But that was the reason for my eager attempt to collect the complete writings of various poets and poetesses of yore whom I dearly loved and adored, and likewise the cause for my detesting fiction since it left reality so far behind via smoke and mirrors that I failed to see who was writing. It's also the reason why I dearly love Shakespeare. But enough of me. Beautifully rendered with nigh exquisite imagery and a tantalizing poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
I absolutely abhorred Shakespeare, for many a (valid) reason and avoided him as much as I could. But earning a literature degree meant I had to sit/stand across him face to face for several semesters and realised the folly of my youth and embraced his place in the literary world. I guess I really wanted to crown him myself and not follow the crowd blindly about how good he was and all that. In the end I realised it wasnโt him I detested but all the trumpeting and all the โtrumpeteersโ and groupers that surrounded the โrealโ him. I had to take ownership and not some hand me down interpretation of the fellowโฆ but thatโs just me.
Under the circumstances this is so understandable and relatable too ๐
Thanks N ๐๐ป๐
I understand this. With me itโs books. Some books I know the Stories, others I forget what they were about . Stephen Fry mentions it in his Autobiography, so itโs not just me.
Your Poem said it well.
Yes Kevin! Even with books it seems to be so. Thanks ๐๐ป๐
Lovely and touching, more somber than sad. Nice work.
Yeah, trying not to be maudlin or overly sadโฆ not the easiest trick. But here we are. Thanks mate ๐๐ป๐
How very beautiful ๐น
Thanks Teddy๐๐ป๐
But once all those pieces are found arquios that person will be there for you.
Andy
Nice one Andy! The final piece of a puzzle is always a triumphant moment! ๐๐ป๐
Grace in written form.
Thanks kindly ๐๐ป๐
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