once upon a long ago

arqios


Notice of absence from arqios
an absence of Presence conjures Absence…


Once a long ago time, upon a poet's fevered brow,
words danced like ghosts in the dim light of a dusty study.
As ink refused to flow, ever stubborn winter frost,
ideas tangled and elusive, slipping through weary fingers.


The poet, eyes bloodshot and weary, stared at the blank page.
Every thought felt like a weight, pressing down,
demanding to be given form, but eluding capture.
In the silence, the clock ticked, a relentless reminder of time passing.



A candle flickered, casting shadows that invoked secrets,
taunting fragments of inspiration,
whilst the poet grappled with the void.
A sigh escaped, heavy with frustration,
and the quill scratched against parchment, hesitant, uncertain.


Outside, the world slept, oblivious to the struggle within.
The moon hung high, a silent witness to the battle,
as the poet sought to weave words into existence,
to make sense of the chaos within, to find clarity in the confusion.


The muse, fickle and capricious, hovered just out of reach,
promising brilliance, then retreating into the ether.
Every attempt felt like a step closer to madness,
a dance on the edge of despair and creation.


Yet, in the stillness, a spark ignited,
a single thought that broke through the haze.
The poet, with renewed fervour,
seized the moment, pouring soul into ink,
shaping the formless into form.

Lines emerged, each a reminder of the struggle, a
record of the battle waged on paper.
The fevered brow cooled,
the shadows receded,
and the poet, weary but triumphant,
gazed upon the creation,
born from the depths of turmoil.


In that moment, the struggle became a story,
etched in ink and memory,
displayed for all, the power of persistence,
and blossoms found in the midst of chaos.

 

 

 

 

  • Author: crypticbard (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 16th, 2025 03:30
  • Comment from author about the poem: Still a work in progress. Clunky in parts.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 31
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  • sorenbarrett

    Birth is not an easy process, conception, development, birth itself with the pains that accompany it. This poem in some way reminded me of Poe and that was strange given the topic. I above all else love the title it could easily be the title of a book or movie.

    • arqios

      Thanks Soren, a very substantial thought and given that it’s the first comment, should be a harbinger of other valuable thoughts to come. Poe: now I have to go and process that avenue, tres interresant!

    • Swarovski20

      Very nice poem.

      • arqios

        Thank you kindly 🙏🏻🕊️

      • Poetic Licence

        A single thought, or a single spark, or a single bit of hope and if you take it how everything can change, enjoyed the read from long ago

        • arqios

          Thanks so much. Glad it was enjoyed 🙏🏻🕊

          • Poetic Licence

            You are very welcome

          • Neville



            There's nowt wrong with a bit o good old clunk now n then .. and in this case it seems to work well .. Neville

            • arqios

              Thanks N! That’s quite a boost right there. Have an excellent week! 🙏🏻🕊

            • Tony36

              Great write

              • arqios

                Thanks Tony 🙏🏻🕊

                • Tony36

                  You're welcome

                • hzugman

                  Very nice arquis.

                • orchidee

                  Good write A. Is that an olive tree/branch there? (Do shut up Orchi. lol).

                  • arqios

                    Thanks O, orchids not olives 🫒 this time around 😊🕊

                  • Tristan Robert Lange

                    Clunky means more room to play. This "work in progress" is quite good as is, my friend.

                    "Lines emerged, each a reminder of the struggle, a / record of the battle waged on paper." These words really hit home. I know that battle! ❤️🙏

                    • arqios

                      I’ve a low key respect for gamers, having dabbled somewhat in that realm myself, and waging battles makes the mind strong, if done right. Thanks T 🙏🏻🕊

                    • Cassie58

                      The struggle at times to find the inspiration to turn a thought into a poem. To develop it through all the stages and then to deliver it. You describe this so well. I like that word fickle. That sums up my own muse. Nicely composed arqios.

                      • arqios

                        When the quill finds itself in a fickle pickle of a bind! Yes; a worthy nemesis, it seems to be proving itself with the passing of time. Thanks Cassie for always sharing your heart 🙏🏻🕊

                      • David Wakeling

                        This is wonderful. I was transported to the poet's study. Both the joy and the struggle. Both are here wrestling. Inspirational

                        • arqios

                          A superb image…laconic even! 🙏🏻🕊

                        • Goldfinch60

                          So true arqios, the muse often takes time to wake up.

                          Andy

                          • arqios

                            Thanks Andy🙏🏻🕊️

                          • John Prophet

                            Absolutely wonderful, exactly how I feel about the creation process. Well said.
                            John

                            • arqios

                              Thanks John, that means so much for that bit of information to be shared🙏🏻🕊

                            • Doggerel Dave

                              "...gazed upon the creation.." and then came the revision.... After 'process' and 'struggle' so perfectly summed up the whole effort, there seemed little else to add....



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