to the forgotten poet

arqios

 

“To the Forgotten Poet”

 

But perhaps— you are not forgotten. Not truly.

Your voice threads the dusk between radio static,

slips between keystrokes, hums in the silence

after a song we don’t know why we love.

 

Yes, the world dances now with more urgent partners:

with technology, utility, and news cycles that do not mourn or remember.

But still— in quiet corners your longing sprouts

like wild violets in a parking lot crack.

 

We who read beneath fluorescents

still look out windows because of you.

We who cry without knowing what for,

do so in your dialect.

 

You were not meant to be the celebration.

You were the echo afterward— the part that stays.

The garlands might wilt. But the roots are

underground and unsupervised. And still growing.

 

 

 

 

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  • Caring dove

    A interesting and nicely expressed writing .. good poem

    I like the words in this

    • arqios

      Thanks, Caring dove, much appreciated.๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป

    • sorenbarrett

      A poem with a very nice metaphor (We who read beneath fluorescents still look out windows because of you.) also the whole last stanza works so well. The idea of being an echo or an underground root unseen yet growing. How many times have I seen ripple effects from written words sometimes noticeable and at others not. Very nicely written and a fave

      • arqios

        Thanks Soren, there is that genetic marking of poetry, literature and art that are like cuttings of certain plantlife that will root and grow, graft and multiply even in its minutest segments.

      • arqios

        Thanks @Soren for the Fave.

      • arqios

        1/3 is minuscule in comparison. That's the way things are these days...

      • David Wakeling

        This is a hope filled poem.Perhaps the poet is not forgotten but has metamorphised into being a musician or lyricist. The basic roots of poetry are still there and growing.An excellent discussion. Enjoyed reading

        • arqios

          I do believe all of these different types and varieties of artists are poets in their core selves. Some of us use our words and that is our medium; and those mutlimedial are quite the envy of monomedial artists. Although I am inclined to believe that all artists are in the very least bimedial. Thanks compadre๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป

        • 2781

          By our words we are justified, and by our words we are condemned.
          Doesn't really matter if anyone else is listening.

          • arqios

            And that is the full stop of word usage - no listener required. ๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป

          • Poetic Licence

            Any artist in any field would relate to this, as the mind is always ticking over, little seeds are down, some taking years to grow, enjoyed the read

            • arqios

              Thank you PL/TN that is so true๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป

              • Poetic Licence

                You are very welcome

              • Tristan Robert Lange

                Oh, my dear poet and friendโ€ฆthis felt like it was speaking through me, not just to me. ๐Ÿ˜” That violet-in-the-crack line? Wow! Thatโ€™s the truth of it. The echo that stays, the dialect of quiet griefโ€”we know it well...or at least I do. Deeply moving work. Still sitting with this. ๐ŸŒน๐Ÿ‘ A must fave for me.

                • arqios

                  As am I... that violet through the asphalt still stays in my memory, as a child being tugged about on grocery day. ๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป

                  • Tristan Robert Lange

                    Amen! Powerful memory indeed!

                  • Thomas W Case

                    Fantatsic

                    • arqios

                      Thank you

                    • Kevin Hulme

                      Nice one. Poets voices still echo down the years and as long as there's Books , Internet etc they'll always be with us .

                      • arqios

                        And they are echoes worth our ears. Thanks Kevin ๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป



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