These are the words I write
Sitting up in my writer’s loft,
A crow perched above
Plastic keys—
Glowing ebony—
I peck out the pain from my heart.
I thought I would be the one—
You know the one?—
The one who wrote the songs,
The one who made ice melt,
The one who made the oceans swell,
The one who made the moon rise
While silencing the world below.
E a c h p e c k f e e l s
L i k e b l u n t t r a u m a
T o m y s o r e h e a d.
These are the words I write,
Not from above—as on high—
But from below,
A disheveled raven
Rattled by reverberant reclusivity—
Thrust upon me, never chosen—
Retreating in resignation and remorse;
A creature stuck in purgatory
Beneath hollow heavens raining down hell.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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Using a traditional (black Royal) typewriter makes this even more tactile! Funny I never thought of the writer themselves as the crow; or could it be the Muse, or both? Alter-ego? ππ»π
You are on to something. I think both might be it...or perhaps it depends on the writing session? She's a mystery the muse is, but I'd be lost without her. Thank you so much my friend, glad that this poem delivered. π€πͺΆπ¦ββ¬π―οΈπ§ πβ¨οΈππ
Most welcome ππ»ποΈ
I remember my first typewriter a black Royal that persecuted me with typos and smudged erasure marks, before white out. The carbon copies were the worst. This poem speaks from the dank quarters of the mind of the poet. The pecking seen in the print. Each key a peck and in this poem emphasized by the spaces between in the expanded print. Wondering if those spaces are the mind in blank between thoughts. Raven writer or muse one and the same it speaks out of darkness. Lovely
Indeed, my friend! You have seen the depths within the poem and its form. I really appreciate your time, your close read, and astute feedback. Much appreciated, my friend. Glad the poem delivered! π€πͺΆπ¦ββ¬π―οΈπ§ πβ¨οΈππ
This poem felt like you have melted crow and raven into one knowing that one day from a Ravens nest transformation might awaken.
I felt there were many other small clues though the quill is one that can be feathered and there were times scribes and poets dipped feathers into ink.
Fountain pens, fountains of words is yet another clue I got from these riddled words.
be well
bright blessings
R
Indeed, my friend, very astute of you. I did intentionally switch from a crow to a raven...similar, but different birds. Also, you are absolutely spot on regarding the tools of the craft. A typewriter/keyboard in this poem could have easily been an a quill and ink. So glad that the poem delivered and drew you in to such deep enagement, R. Your time and feedback are always appreciated! π€πͺΆπ¦ββ¬π―οΈπ§ πβ¨οΈππ
Powerful work.
Thank you, Thomas. Much appreciated, my friend! π€πͺΆπ¦ββ¬π―οΈπ§ πβ¨οΈππ
The mind in chaos and darkness being peck at by its thoughts, gaps between the pecks allowing the mind to panic and fear the pecks, aided and abetted by the tools of the poets trade, wonderful write.
Indeed. Thank you so much, for your time and your astute read, my friend. π€πͺΆπ¦ββ¬π―οΈπ§ πβ¨οΈππ
You are very welcome
Pecking order, eh? The messenger with freighted news by the conclusion is an excellent twist, whereas the initial character conjures effigies to haunt the landscape as a deterrence. Fascinating indeed. My, my, my. The few saved shall receive your message who first was misperceived as a pest. Superb! Did I hit the jackpot? Gorgeously rendered with excellent imagery, grand style and effects, and oh me! what a chilling poignancy!
Hahaha! A pecking order indeed! Thank you so much for this gorgeously layered reflection, dear poet. Iβm genuinely honored and humbled. You uncovered so much in the undercurrent of this piece: the effigy, the pest, the freighted message. Yes, my friend, you did hit the jackpot! π― Iβm especially struck by the way youβve reframed the role of the messenger here β from misperception to revelation. Deep thanks, again, Missy, Always appreciated. π€πͺΆ
Rustic feel to it...as it should be, lovely poem
Thank you, my friend. I am so glad the poem delivered! π€πͺΆπ¦ββ¬π―οΈπ§ πβ¨οΈππ
Raven and co just keep on pecking! They must be trying to tell us something. I wonder who they work for?
Great write, Tristan.
Thank you so much, my friend. I really appreciate your time and feedback, as always. π€πͺΆπ¦ββ¬π―οΈπ§ πβ¨οΈπ
such a cry from the heart, typed out on the oldest form of publishing we knew...impressed and touched by the raw emotions
Indeed. Thank you my friend. Glad the poem resonated and that you could feel the emotions. Your time and your feedback are always appreciated! π€πͺΆπ¦ββ¬π―οΈπ§ πβ¨οΈπ
Utterly exquisite!
Thank you so much, my friend. Glad it delivered! π€πͺΆπ¦ββ¬π―οΈπ§ πβ¨οΈπ
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