vestibule
The fire waits— not to warm, but to remind.
Rhythm, not reason, guides the hand
that peels the orange each morning.
Protection is hung beside memory,
still damp with yesterday’s weather.
No need to wear it, not here—
not in the rooms where silence learns our names.
Static crackles through the radio of thought,
faint dispatches from a world
still too tangled to decipher.
But the masks are softening.
The rituals loosen their seams.
There is something in the stillness—
not absence, but readiness.
And when the clock moves again,
it will not mark a moment—
but an opening.
Rhythm, not reason, guides the hand
that peels the orange each morning.
Protection is hung beside memory,
still damp with yesterday’s weather.
No need to wear it, not here—
not in the rooms where silence learns our names.
Static crackles through the radio of thought,
faint dispatches from a world
still too tangled to decipher.
But the masks are softening.
The rituals loosen their seams.
There is something in the stillness—
not absence, but readiness.
And when the clock moves again,
it will not mark a moment—
but an opening.
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For me this was a fascinating read. I like the quotes eg "Rhythm, not reason guides the hand ...."There is so much in this that made me stop in my tracks and think. A very clever write. I enjoyed reading
So glad that this made for an enjoyable read. Thanks amigo 🙏🏻🕊️
We are governed by habit and ritual more than thought we are a product of what has been from the beginning be it war, greed of whatever man is. our artificial attempts at protection hung up in treaties with memories of past violations and wars. Todays silence of cold war leads to misunderstanding. Differences in the form of static make this world hard to understand. In a world that has had its technological revolution we have gone far too long without a social revolution and when that time comes a paradigm shift is the opening to an evolution of man casting off old habits and a changed species. I think I have traveled far enough in this out of control interpretation. Loved it and a fave
Not out of control but in the flow. Thanks Soren🕊️🙏🏻
Over half is better than dismal beginnings
There is much for me to contemplate in this Lovely read, in order to obtain its true meaning I need to change, enjoyed the read
Excellent write
Good write, though I suppose I've missed the cryptic meanings. No change there then from me. lol.
Highly unlikely that youd’ve missed anything salient, O. Thanks as always 🕊️🙏🏻
Since when did I notice anything of any importance?! lol.
Your poem weaves quiet tension with delicate grace, where every stillness hums with anticipation. The imagery lingers, leaving the reader poised at the threshold of something profound.
Thanks, friend. Good to hear/read your thoughts again 🕊️🙏🏻
May that opening lead us to a light of peace and love arqios.
Andy
Thanks Andy, yes we are in many ways able to open ways to a light of peace and love 🕊️🙏🏻
Oh my friend…this one breathed. That fire line at the top already lit the fuse, and then the final image—the clock not marking time, but an opening? Quite the revelation, dear poet. Love and live for that! There’s deep stillness here, and even deeper knowing. Thank you for this. 🌹👏
It was meant to go a bit darker but was somehow comfortable enough in the shadows and half-light. Thank you for that massively insightful response. It guides the next steps on this path. 🕊️🙏🏻
You are most welcome! Yay!
Hello Arqios,
This reads like an awakening from the mechanical to the philosophical in a most splendid poem. From the peeling of an orange to the opening of time. So carefully composed, not a word out of place and each stanza a marvel to behold. Very well done indeed.
All the best,
Tony.
Thanks Tony! I’ve been eating oranges (mandarins) the past several weeks and this makes perfect sense. Most appreciated 🕊️🙏🏻
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