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Once—words spilled like rivers,
ink coursing through valleys of paper,
their pencil etching trails in the grain,
each mark a rippling of thought.
Night stretched long,
lamp-light flickered like kindling.
But the mind burned— a wildfire of ideas,
embers pressed into pages,
smoke rising in the form of verse.
Then came the hum of glass screens,
words trapped behind a veneer too smooth for meaning.
Fingers skimmed, searching for depth,
but the letters dissolved before they could settle.
The cursor blinked like a heartbeat, steady, unfeeling—waiting.
A message sent. A thought erased.
The wind-carried whispers—
did anyone listen? did anyone care?
Yet—will there come a time when silence calls us back?
When ink pools thick again, shadows stretching across pages,
each word heavy enough to leave a mark?
Will we return, not in nostalgia, but in longing—
to fire, to rivers, to permanence?
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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That permanence is always with us arqios but sometimes life gets in the way.
Andy
Just like that song says about life happening 😊🙏🏻🕊️
Coulda done better than a quarter!
There is much metaphor in this poem Cryptic. I began poetry when the only was was with typewriter or pen and paper, certainty was paramount in that editing was a pain. Hard copy was the way but circulation was limited. Now there is no permanence but circulation is high. Loved this poem a fave
I remember lugging around a portable typewriter AZERTY as well🙏🏻🕊️
This is wonderful.I enjoyed reading this piece.Well written with an important message of hope that we can re-capture the glory days.Excellent
Hope should brighten our writing and reading lives🙏🏻🕊️
When I started writing, I wrote in long hand. Pencil (usually) and a hand-selected journal or composition notebook. Now, I mostly type my poems on computer, but still like to pull out ol' pad and pencil. My poem today was written old school! 🤣 Anyway, a fantastic poem, my friend. Well done. 🌹👏
Yay! Thanks Tristan, that’s awesome 🙏🏻🕊️
You're welcome, my friend!
I love this.
Many thanks🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you for sharing this deeply moving piece—it lingers in both thought and heart. I believe there is a time for everything, and it is up to us to make our best effort to leave a mark, no matter the means we choose. Thank you again for this profound and thought-provoking work.
And in many cases we use what is available to us at any given moment. Much appreciate your kind thoughts and much valued interaction 🙏🏻🕊️
Wind carried messages are all around us. Many listen, few care, fewer reply. Tasteful and edgy, nice work.
Edgy is good enough for me 🙏🏻🕊️🤩
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