Notice of absence from arqios
an absence of Presence conjures Absence…
an absence of Presence conjures Absence…
The first Valentine was a tragic affair.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: February 14th, 2025 00:29
- Comment from author about the poem: Hope it strikes a chord.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 28
- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, RSM0812
Comments10
lol indeed tragic. That is the very beauty of valentine's and indeed love, born in Rome no less. A great piece dear arqios 🌹
Thanks Teddy 🙏🏻🕊
But the following Valetines have been full of love aqios.
Andy
So true Andy, and a good thing too, thank you 🙏🏻🕊
A fine historical write A. It has a classical feel to it - ye olden days, yet a new poem.
I say this (title) to KP, but not in the same sense. Ooh lol!
Thanks O! 🙏🏻🕊
A historical write with a tragic ending arqios. And since then there have been a multitude of perfect love matches resulting in happiness and probably a similar number of tragedies. Hoping your day is special.
Hoping you day is special too Cassie 🙏🏻🕊
I was not aware of the history of valentine, so through this historical piece i have learnt something. Like the lay out like an old classic, enjoyed the read.
Thank you kindly 🙏🏻🕊
You are very welcome
Very timely and historical, mythical, metaphorical and poetic. A most lovely write that captured my heart and deserves a fave
Thanks Soren, I am deeply grateful 🙏🏻🕊
This is a powerful history lesson. I always thought Valentines day was suspicious. Now I know why.Excellent
Wow, sus in what way/s… intriguing… should you be willing to share; in comment or even in poem! 🙏🏻🕊🪶
Beautiful poem! It really captures the true meaning of Valentine's story. Well written, dude!
Thank you my friend 🙏🏻🕊
The Seven Members of the ‘North Side’ gang had a bad Valentine’s Day In 1929 as well.
This is a fine Poem about the Origins of the Tradition. Well Said.
Thanks kindly, Kevin. May gut have a mossy back to 1929 and envision that day 🙏🏻🕊️
Great history lesson in verse. One of my favorites.
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