Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Am I all that you hoped I would be?
Or am I the shapeless void
That engulfs me inside?
Did you envision me this way
When you first gazed into my eyes?
All your hopes and dreams,
All your fears and fragilities,
All your potential
Put into this one tiny being,
A boy
But not a prince—
Always a poet—
Deep in thought.
The thinker,
You would call me.
Your little thinker.
Your doting eyes,
Observing me,
Studying my features,
Adoring each aspect,
Cherishing each crevice.
Your nurturing voice
Always there
From my moment of sentience,
Wakened in the womb
To a love that lingers little
Out in the world,
A world I was never ready for.
Are we ever ready?
So, here I sit,
Thinking—
Wondering—
Am I who you saw,
Who you envisioned,
Who you hoped for?
Or am I just an alien ghost
Trapped within a familiar shell?
Have I made you proud?—
I’d never question this aloud—
You’ve been there,
Always,
But that will change.
When the veil’s been parted,
When the truth’s revealed,
When clarity is your window
Down into this deceptive world,
Will I be found worthy or wanting?
Will I make you proud,
Or petrified of the monster
Possessing the one
You poured your
Heart and soul—
Your all and all—
Into?
Into?
I question
Not your love,
Which has never failed,
But my hollowed heart,
A shade of the human,
The boy,
Whose innocence was imbibed
From the nipple,
Warm, welcoming—
Short lived.
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All too soon we are weaned and find ourselves, untethered - umbilically orphaned and with a voice in our mind that sounds like mom. 🙏🏻🕊️
Indeed. All too true, my friend! Thank you so much for your time and insight. Always appreciated! 🕯️🖤🏚️🙏
A pleasure, for sure! Most welcome amigo🕊️🙏🏻
A beautiful poem with an awfully sad ending, as if ridden with guilt and such a lack of self esteem and yet the mother's love still overwhelms. No matter whatever the compunction, a mother's love will never wane and therein the succour to see one through the tribulations of life. A profound a poem as it is in its excellence. Very well done, my dear friend.
Do take care now,
Tony.
Thank you Tony. You are spot on, indeed. Thank you so much for your time, insight and support. Much appreciated, my friend! 🕯️🖤🏚️🙏
I can never answer for your mother, yet the memory of what my own late mother loved to tell me lingers. If yours is similar, it was never a yearning for grandeur, but rather success for the exquisite little character who knew nothing and for whom she trembled at relinquishing to the inevitable disappointment which haunts every last one of us. I knew in losing her I lost who loved me as none else did or could, excepting my father. Beautifully rendered with a haunting poignancy and excellent imagery. Thank you for sharing.
Indeed, my mom is much like yours and has told me the same thing. Her love for me has truly been unconditional, because I was certainly no angel! 😏 But her guidance ultimately kept me close enough to the straight and narrow that I was able to be found back! Praise the Lord for that! Thank you so much, Missy. Your time, compassionate empathy, and understanding are much appreciated, my dear friend! 🕯️🖤🏚️🙏
A masterful write and a fave. It speaks to me and not being a mother I never understood that it does not apply to them and them alone. Mother's are a malleable mold of what is desired and expected that changes not with time but with us. The true model of unconditional love and with it unconditional expectations, one that will accept you no matter what. Such open and raw writing in this poem with its power will be heard in heaven. Absolutely Lovely Tristan
Wow, Soren. You have most humbled me with that praise, my friend. Thank you so much for your time, your insight, and your appreciation for this poem. It's obviously very personal to me and that it can resonate as such to anyone else deeply moves me. Thank you again, my dear friend! 🕯️🖤🏚️🙏
bEAUTIFUL
Thank you so much, Thomas! Glad it resonated, my friend. 🕯️🖤🏚️🙏
This is so honest, open,raw,sad touching poignant it has the lot, they say most mothers love is unconditional and will last forever, she might how your life has gone and how you are, but it matter to her she will always love you. Best read of the week by a mile
Wow! Thank you, Tobani, from the bottom of my heart. Your praise humbles me and I am touched deeply that it resonated so. I pray that you have an excellent evening, dearest friend. 🕯️🖤🏚️🙏
You are very welcome
Only an alien if you're E.T. Erm, or Ken someone 😁
LOL! E. Tristan Wan Ken, or something like that! 🤣
My mother passed away when I was 38, she died of a broken heart. Way to make a woman cry dear Tristan, make every moment matter with your Mother, mine used to tell me I was a poet, I used to giggle at her. Tristan my darling, this is so heartfelt. ❤️ Unconditional Love is part of being a mother, never worry she will always and forever be your most loyal love. 🌹 Ps is that you in the artwork?
Awww. Thank you, Teddy. Your mother must have been a special and insightful person. You are MOST DEFINITELY a poet, and a damn brilliant one at that, in my humble opinion! I know you have shared her story and the broken heart and it crushes me to hear. Your love and respect for her shine through you, my dear friend, and that says a lot. Her legacy, no doubt, carries on in and through you. As for the artwork, no. I wish I had that head of hair! 🤣 Thanks again, Teddy. 🕯️🖤🏚️🙏
Out of any person in a lifetime it seems we all seek the approval of our mothers. You, like I just happen to be one of those deep emotional thinkers. I think it is a good thing yet, at times for me, can be a curse. I love reading your thoughts,
Yes, we are, aren't we? It can be both a blessing and a curse. Trust me when I say this, I love reading your thoughts as well. Your time and feedback are always 🕯️🖤🏚️🙏.
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