Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Healing is coming along, but now I am away for my job and will not be on as often as I wish I could be. So, I just thought I would put this out there as an explanation so people don’t think I’m flaking off or ghosting. Thank you for reading, engaging, and understanding. 🖤🕯️🦴🙏 See you intermittently and on the other side! Read, write, fucking rebel! 🤘😏
Healing is coming along, but now I am away for my job and will not be on as often as I wish I could be. So, I just thought I would put this out there as an explanation so people don’t think I’m flaking off or ghosting. Thank you for reading, engaging, and understanding. 🖤🕯️🦴🙏 See you intermittently and on the other side! Read, write, fucking rebel! 🤘😏
The dismal gray skies
Cover the vernal landscape
Like a silver tarp.
The ash firmament
A grieving look at death’s deed,
In yesterday’s storm.
The rain still falling
In the stillness of mourning.
The spring sun won’t shine.
A bush wet with beads,
The rain dripping off its leaves,
Sits still—there’s no breeze.
But—lo—there in the silence,
The green’ry starts to shudder.
Out little Wilhelmina comes
Alone, by herself, hesitant.
Woodchuck is out for fun in tons.
She rises up—is reticent—
The groundhog knows danger looms near;
Alone, by herself, hesitant—
The coast seems clear—there’s naught to fear.
Still, the pup sniffs a bit longer,
The groundhog knows danger looms near.
That said, she has become stronger—
Wiser—she has learned to sense first—
So, the pup sniffs a bit longer
And, not sensing the drool monger,
Wilhelmina finally runs.
Wiser, she has learned to sense first—
Now she flies at a speed that stuns.
Yes, little Wilhelmina comes—
The groundhog pup finally runs—
Woodchuck is out for fun in tons.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Form: Chameleon Cantos. A direct sequel to my poems, “Springtime Silence and “Springtime’s Maw”, this is the fifth poem written in my original form, which evolves from haiku to tanka to terzenelle. I sadly witnessed this in real life—my own dog killed a baby groundhog, and mommy found him after we moved it to the woods. The following day, the groundhog pups sibling came out to play. I wrote this to process the horror, the heartbreak, and the fragile beauty of spring that gave way to blood, death, and resilience. The woodchuck family had two babies—I’ve named them Wesley and Wilhelmina. I’m not sure which one Chloe got, but this is for the one we lost, as well as their sibling who is still frequenting our backyard.
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Get well soon buddy!🕊🙏🏻
Thanks my friend. It has been an ouchy kind of week! 🤣😭 Would you believe it that I pulled my back out trying to stop my dog? So, while three poems came out of this event...so did this👩🦯🤣 Thank you again. Always appreciated! 🌫️🦔🌱💚
The most frustrating thing will be attempting doing the minutest of thoughtless moves that now aren't possible and reward you with shooting pain. It only takes nothing to pull the back. A couple of months back I was unlatching the boot from a sidestance and there you go... no weight involved as well.🙏🏻🕊️
Exactly! Ah, the beaut of aging! I swear, I am still 27 in my head! LOL! 😂
Erm, don't reply at length to this - Good write Popeye (?), erm Tristan! From Ken - I forget my surname. 😁
Why thank you! Oi be Wan! Ken, I forget your surname too! What good am I? 😂 Thanks again, Orchi! Much appreciated, my daft Jedi friend! 🌫️🦔🌱💚
Thank you Jedi, erm, Tristan.
You are most welcome, Wan Ken. Oi be! A new favorite phrase of mine, if you can't tell! LOL 😝
I've not the foggiest idea why you call me Obi - but don't answer that! heehee.
Excellent write Tristan
Thank you so much, Tony! 🌫️🦔🌱💚
You're welcome
Really enjoyed the write, wishing you well on your journey to recovery, take care
Thank you, my friend. Your time, thoughts, and well wishes are all very much appreciated! 🌫️🦔🌱💚
You are very welcome
A sequel and then a trilogy it is difficult to defeat trauma. Another good write Tristan
Thank you. Yeah. I initially planned a diptych, but then when I saw the other sibling baby come out and play yesterday, I decided that I needed to complete the story arch. Despite circumstances, life carries on. Thank you so much for your time and your feedback, my friend! 🌫️🦔🌱💚
Powerful imagery.
Thank you so much, Thomas! Much appreciated! 🌫️🦔🌱💚
I remember Joseph Campbell saying one of Life's first commands is to feed on itself. The beauty of nature, and the horror!
Wrapped in one with a red polka dotted collar. Watching the dog I love, a truly sweet girl, kill one of the babies I had found much joy in watching play. Named them and all! The beauty and the horror of nature. Joseph Campbell is right. Thank you for your time and thoughts, my friend! 🌫️🦔🌱💚
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