Here today where yesterday is no more,
Where life and love cough up consumption
With bloody vengeance, a settled score
Twisted perilously on blind assumption.
Who can know the blow that kills
Before the blow has been properly put?
Who can know the hurt that spills
In hearts haunted by demons afoot?
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved. Written in 2023.
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Love the metaphor of tuberculosis which parallels and even surpasses that of classic syphilis catalyst in literature 🙏🏻🕊️
Indeed. Thank you my friend. Glad you appreciated that. Your time and your analysis are always much valued. 🖤
Truly a moving piece here. You are most welcome 🙏🏻🕊
A quite frightening image of a painful, slow and envietable death, enjoyed the read
Thank you, dear friend. Glad the poem delivered and you enjoyed. Always appreciated! 🖤🙏
You are very welcome
Clever wording Tristan the first line starts off well and very poetic. The second has a great feel in that consumption or TB is based upon the consuming of the lungs and here the originally intended meaning makes it the simple using up of love and life. The TB metaphor is emphasized in the next line with blood. The idea of life and love in the second stanza where we do not know what ends life or love. Such a lovely weaving of words. Very nice a fave
Thank you so much, Soren, for your time, your very close read, and your astute analysis. I am glad that this poem delivered and extremely thankful and humbled by the fave, my friend. Much appreciated! 🙏🖤🩸🕯️🫁📉
Now my next poem: 'There'. Or it might be 'Somewhere' or 'Anywhere'! Behave' says Fido to me. lol.
Bwahahaha! Yes! I am now eagerly awaiting it! 🤣 Hold 'im to it Fido! 😝
Excellent write Tristan
Thank you, my friend! Much appreciated 🩸🕯️🫁📉
You're welcome
Me again - ooh! How'd ya know this is about me and 'Life with KP?' heehee.
🤣 Oh. Just a wild hunch, my friend! Thank you so much for your time and your engagement(s), my friend! Always appreciated! 🙏🖤🩸🕯️🫁📉
On Tax Day no less, La dee! What a lament. If I'd not chanced to read an article on some residential damages oddly incurred Palm Sunday, it might seem more esoteric. Funny, I'll bet you weren't signifying that, however. Mournful and ghastly, macabre as your seeming preference, rendered to effect with excellent imagery and beautifully to boot, its poignancy haunts the day with a clinging persistence. Thank you for sharing.
Oooh. Haunting the 👻 whole day 👻. I am most humbled and honored, my dear poet and friend! Me, prefer mournful, ghastly and macabre—why, whatever would have given you that impression? 🤣 Okay, my silly sarcasm aside, I truly am thankful for your time, your thoughtful read, and your very generous and supportive words, my friend. You are much appreciated! 🖤🙏🩸🕯️🫁📉
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