Notice of absence from arqios
🕊 🙏🏻 often and again, away 🙏🏻🕊️
🕊 🙏🏻 often and again, away 🙏🏻🕊️
a poem’s succession
There is always a poem waiting—
an understudy, breathless in the wings,
shadowed by today’s centre stage,
its lines trembling, yearning to be heard.
This poem, however, holds its ground.
It stands, distinct as a fingerprint,
etched with the soul of its unwritten forbears—
the lived and the whispered, but never fully spoken.
Its panorama blooms not on paper,
but in the vivid window of the reader’s imagination.
Each line stretches like sunlit paths,
inviting footsteps into uncharted journeys.
The poet leaves faint breadcrumbs—
enough to guide, but never to tether.
Then comes the twist:
at this poem’s end lies not silence,
but the restless stirrings of another,
and perhaps many more, jostling to be born.
Somewhere, an invisible ink takes form,
its words breathing, its rhythms coiled,
waiting for the reader to turn
and catch them in their unfolding.
an understudy, breathless in the wings,
shadowed by today’s centre stage,
its lines trembling, yearning to be heard.
This poem, however, holds its ground.
It stands, distinct as a fingerprint,
etched with the soul of its unwritten forbears—
the lived and the whispered, but never fully spoken.
Its panorama blooms not on paper,
but in the vivid window of the reader’s imagination.
Each line stretches like sunlit paths,
inviting footsteps into uncharted journeys.
The poet leaves faint breadcrumbs—
enough to guide, but never to tether.
Then comes the twist:
at this poem’s end lies not silence,
but the restless stirrings of another,
and perhaps many more, jostling to be born.
Somewhere, an invisible ink takes form,
its words breathing, its rhythms coiled,
waiting for the reader to turn
and catch them in their unfolding.
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Comments8
Good write A.
Thanks O🙏🏻🕊️
This touches close to heart. I have many fledglings in the nest some will survive some not they are hungry and need food to grow. From day to day a new egg hatches and a new face appears. Sometimes the stronger eat the weak. A wonderful poem of a poet's creativity.
Most welcome Soren and thank you for sharing that creative dynamic in your experience 🙏🏻🕊️
And the cycle begins anew…
A wonderful evaluation of the power of poetry.A very clever poem.I enjoyed going on the journey
Most appreciative , every time you share your thoughts. Thanks muchly🙏🏻🕊️
What a wonderful piece of writing and so true about yet to be born poems.
John
Thanks most kindly, John🙏🏻🕊️
La, what a gorgeous beauty! Delicately rendered with delicious imagery and a richly haunting poignancy, I fail at words to express my happiness in it. Thank you so very, very much for sharing. I love it.
Mighty gladdening tidings received with much gratitude 🕊🙏🏻
An enjoyable Poem on the Process of Creating Poetry.
Good One.
Thank you kindly🕊🙏🏻
That invisible ink is always within our minds arqios.
Andy
"Invisible ink" now there is a concept and image that is indelible! Thanks Andy 🕊️🙏🏻
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