Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Living in the Pocono Mountains has its perks, no doubt. Internet connectivity ain't one of them. Please forgive my tardiness as of late. The tech gods be thundering!
Living in the Pocono Mountains has its perks, no doubt. Internet connectivity ain't one of them. Please forgive my tardiness as of late. The tech gods be thundering!
I gave all of me,
My whole,
My everything—
All of me
That was mine
To give—
My mind,
My beliefs
My bleeding barometer;
Shared in solemn betrothal.
My body,
Intertwined in loss’s legs—
Warmed by wryd’s wet warren—
Shot forth my potency.
Enigma’s ejaculate entombs in the womb.
My soul—
I know, this is quite a roll—
Given without thought,
To Eros’ black hole,
Which if one
Thinks, is how to dole
Out willful obscuration
For an emaciated whole.
No more.
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It's actually not surprising the extent to which you sacrificed your very being on the altar of alleged heights of aka love, nor is the aftermath of such depths terribly shocking, nor the disavowel so confusing, ergo what is it? Gorgeously rendered with nigh exquisite imagery and a deliciously haunting poignancy. I'm not sufficiently awake to but mull this beauty. Thank you for sharing.
Fair enough and, honestly, dear poet and friend, I had to take a nap myself, hence I why am so late to the reply! And yay...the first comment too! You rock! Thank you so much, Missy! 🩸🌀🕳️🔥
A perfect thought and well written. I love the hole you left in the text as a symbol. This poem was raw and exposing pouring out the soul. A cosmic feeling that reaches deep. A fave
Wow! Thank you so much, Soren. Every fave you give, along with every bit of analysis you provide, deeply humbles and inspires me. Thank you from the deepest part of my soul, dear friend. 🩸🌀🕳️🔥
The poem evokes much more than a physical longing; it delves into metaphysicality, of how desire and passion intertwine with identity and meaning. And through its evocative imagery ("warmed by wyrd’s wet warren" or "enigma’s ejaculate"), the poem captures the balance between creation and annihilation, highlighting the transformative yet often destructive nature of such intimate surrender. Sensuality here, becomes a lens for both connection and loss, illustrating how the act of giving oneself can feel both expansive and diminishing; that in the grander context of being, this interplay asks whether selfhood is shaped more by what we hold onto or what we release. The speaker’s resolution of "no more" marks a turning point—a reclamation of wholeness after an act of total giving. Sensuality, then, is not merely indulgence but a poignant metaphor for the cyclical depths of human experience. Or something to a similar end. 🙏🏻🕊
Wow! I wish I could bottle up your response. Wait. It's called copy and paste in my heart and cherish forever. YOU SAW THIS POEM, my friend, and I am so very thankful that I will leave it at that. THANK YOU! 🩸🌀🕳️🔥
Or screenshot them it’s a digital facsimile of this interaction frozen in time🕊️
Duh! Yes. That would be even a safer bet given how memories can fail in the end. Thanks again, my friend!
Sure thing good buddy🕊🙏🏻
Didn't quite work out, huh?
Underneath there I do understand, really. I think you may have touched on a fairly common human experience actually... although your touch has adorned it with its own significance.
Indeed. Does it ever? 🤣😭 And yet, in the revelation, it is working out amazingly! LOL! And yes, you are right about the depth you see in the poem. It can be as specific and as broad as one reads it to be. Your read and insights make humble and inspire me Dave. Thank you, mate! 🩸🌀🕳️🔥
Raw, passionate declaration off everything they gave culminating in the, ,pouring out of the soul, nicely done
Thank you so much, dear friend. For your time, your analysis, and your support. 🩸🌀🕳️🔥
You are very welcome
Aww, Popeye couldn't unravel the cryptic meanings in this! lol.
LOL! That's what happens when one pop's themselves in the eyes. That is how he got his name, no? 🤣😅
This piece is hauntingly intimate. The progression from mind to body to soul feels like a slow unraveling, each layer more raw than the last. I’m especially struck by the mythic undertones like Eros, wyrd, enigma, woven with such vulnerability. Thank you for sharing something so soul-bared and visceral.
And thank you, dear poet and friend, for receiving it so warmly. Your time and your astute analysis are very much appreciated. 🩸🌀🕳️🔥
Excellent write Tristan
Thank you Tony!!! Much appreciated, my friend!
You're welcome
Quite magnificent drama. 🌹
Thank you, Teddy. Much appreciated. 🩸🌀🕳️🔥
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