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!
You,
Mr. Bug—
Mr. Bug—
Mrs. Fly that has flown—
My goodness!
Between the pages
Got mown!
So sad.
I do feel bad.
Your green blood
Did there flood
My page. Again—sad.
My bad. But it shant be in vain.
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A sense of the end of a relationship but not by natural cause, maybe fowl play at work, I know completely wrong, but thats what I see, interesting if not worrying write, enjoyed the read
Haha! I love that interpretation, even if our dearly departed Mr./Mrs. Bug might object! 🪰 You’re not wrong to sense something a bit…sinister. 😅 I came back to the book in a bit of a poetic trance, ready to write a poem. I flipped the page over with the inner poetic darkness summoned! 🌪️ Then I went back to look at the page before it and saw the dastardly deed I had done. ☠️😱 It’s those little accidents that turn into poetic confessions, right? Thanks so much, my friend—glad you enjoyed it. 🪰📄🩸😅
You are confession to manslaughter!!!, enjoy your day
🤣 Oopsie! 🤭
Hahaha. You'll cherish the pesky vermin? Oh man! Back in the day too many, many years ago when we lived on the Colorado prairies, [where Texas longhorn were the cattle the rancher who let his graze across the fence from us owned] we'd such a fly problem Dad hung not one nor two long yellow, sticky tongues of flypaper over our dining table no less; they hung there immemorially, until the carcasses of the damned dropped off into the dishes and platters below. And you'll immortalize one, eh? My la. Charming, I guess. Or, the proverbial fly upon the wall met its timely death when it dared to leave the wall for the artist's page, eh? Either way, beautifully rendered in exquisite brevity with a touch of imagery to haunt it. Thank you for sharing.
Oh Missy…my Sonneteer of the Sticky Tongues! 🤢🤣 That image is hauntingly perfect, or is that perfectly haunting? 🤷♂️ And here I was, thinking my one squashed bug made for a dramatic poetic moment—meanwhile, your prairie days had full-on flycarnage raining from the ceiling! 😅 I suppose mine was the “proverbial fly upon the page,” then—immortalized instead of impaled. Always grateful for your vivid stories and generous support my friend. 🪰📄🩸😅
Searching for knowledge and leaving one's blood on the pages of poetry, science, literature or history is never a bad thing. Immortalized better than a spider that only leaves dry husks. A deep read in what at first appears to be a simple poem
Soren…that’s such a profound read, and I’m really grateful for it. You caught the undercurrent—something quietly sacrificial beneath the smirk. 🩸📄 I love how you brought science, literature, and poetry together here…all the ways we leave parts of ourselves behind. And that spider line is perfect. Dry husks indeed. 🕷️🕸️ Thank you for going deeper, my friend. 🪰📄🩸😅
Excellent write Tristan
Thank you so much, Tony! 🪰📄🩸😅
You're welcome
They only live about 3 weeks anyway, I think.
Beats a butterfly! LOL! 3 weeks is like a thousand years to a fly, and a thousand years is like 3 days. 🤣
very quirky, made giggle. nice write!
Yay! Then I succeeded! 😄 Thank you for making this sullen guy smile. 😊 Much appreciated, Hayleigh! 🪰📄🩸😅
of course!
A bug punctuates the penultimate line of your poem with its life - what a way to go and certainly not in vain. Forever in your poem, a fine resting place indeed - hahaha! Well done, Tristan.
All the best,
Tony.
Yesss! Tony! You got it—we'll call that Insectuation! Or not.🤣 Absolutely brilliant. No better resting place for a bug indeed! I figured the least I could do was give the poor thing a little immortality. Thank you, my friend—this made my day. 🪰📄🩸😅
Can't tell me a thing about flies that as a resident of Australia I don't know already. Though to be absolutely, utterly honest, as more specifically a resident of Sydney, not even the bloody flies can find an affordable square inch.....
PS: Integration of picture and verse ain't so' bad' ya know.....
Haha! Dave, you’ve got me chuckling and wincing at the same time. 😅 Too bad the flies haven’t packed up and left Sydney looking for cheaper housing! Might make the city’s cost a bit more worth it—but probably not. 🤣 As for the integration—yeah, I thought it came out okayish, so I’ll take it. Thanks again—always good to hear your thoughts, my friend. 🪰📄🩸😅
More than OK ,Tristan - takes time and effort, so thanks for putting us in the picture!😜
🤣 I am laughing so hard I don't even know what to say. You're welcome, mate! 🤣😜
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