I was always here, but now I'm gone today!
Did you ever lose yourself in lines,
In the shimmer of a poet's art?
Spend countless hours, tracing signs,
Leaving reviews, pouring out your heart?
The most beautiful poems, a vibrant stream,
A world woven from rhythm and from dream.
Then wake one dawn, the world recast,
Not a whisper, not a single trace?
The vibrant tapestry, abruptly past,
No friendly face in that empty space.
My friends, my words, my digital embrace,
Vanished, as if plucked from time and place.
My heart, it shattered, a silent fall,
Like a mirror dropped, reflecting naught.
Did I ever exist, or was it all
A fleeting thought, a lesson taught?
The universe, surely, off its track today,
For the truth is, it happened to me.
From this aching void, I speak to you,
Where nothing lives, and ghosts reside.
Yet, a strange, small amusement broke through,
One person, from all the vast wide tide,
Had blocked me, ignored me, without a word,
A distant echo, never truly heard.
I'd never touched her digital page,
No cross-words exchanged, no path I'd trod.
Yet her restriction set a curious stage,
A tiny rule from some forgotten god.
And now? With all the world erased and gone,
I find I could comment, before the dawn.
Will I? The thought just makes me smile,
A teacher noting peculiar ways.
To draw a line, to build a digital stile,
To gate-keep beauty in these online days.
"Who can, who cannot," a stringent decree,
Ah, yes, my friend, that's called control, you see.
It is what it is, this painful art,
To rise from naught, and find your voice.
Talking to you, from a broken heart,
With no other choice, but to make a noise.
The poems fade, the kindness, the light,
But the sting of absence burns through the night.
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Your words are eloquent and beautifully phrased, we all have a place to be heard in this space. I appreciate your talent and applaud your verse!
Thank you so much, sweet Bella Shepherd. Welcome home again! Yes, I agree with you - everyone should be heard.
The fear of every poet being erased from pages, sites, memory. I have read of others that had lost their poems when their sites went down or ceased to exist. I had one site that I was on go down. But to have all your comments erased I have never heard of before. I found all your past comments gone and wondered why. Many were intuitive and insightful. A sad experience for all.
It is what it is, my dear friend Sorenbarrett. As an artist, I've gone through this my whole life. But the sad part is, it hurts my heart when it happens. It leaves me without trust in people. I've had my artwork stolen. I've had people try to copy me my whole life, but there's one thing they can't steal from me: my image of designing and creating. I am me. You can steal from me, but my brain will always go on. You can erase my words and think that I don't exist, but I will come back. No one can hide me. I am me.
Wow. A fave friend. There’s a quiet power in this, a kind of elegy for digital presence and the strange rules that govern it. The imagery of vanishing voices and drawn lines hits hard...and the final verses linger like a pulse beneath the silence. You’ve captured something deeply human in the midst of something so virtual. Beautifully expressed. 🌹👏
Also, just seeing that you are showing up as new...but I know you are not. Read what happened on your profile. Yikes! Sorry to hear that! 😱 I can't even imagine how I would feel if that happened to me. Wow. Prayers of peace to you. The good thing is...you're back...and the community remembers you! 😊
Thank you so much, my dear, Tirstan Robert Lange, you know I'm a hypersensitive person. I had a century overload this morning, spending several hours trying to figure things out, find my PC, and relocate everything. But I was gone; I was completely gone. I had to call a friend to confirm what I was seeing, and he told me to make a new post, which I did. Thank you for your kind words; they were powerful. When you're used to people taking from you your whole life, it takes a while to recover. But you can't take what's in my head. I never expect to be any different from anyone else. I don't want to threaten anyone with my thoughts or designs. I am who I am. I don't think I'm better than anyone; I never did. But if someone feels threatened by me, please come to me; don't go after my art. My brain processes things differently from a lot of people; I have a lot of sensors. I see things differently; I interpret things differently. I see things that people don't see; it's been my whole life. But I don't think I'm that different. I'm just me; I'm an artist, and that's all I can say. God created me this way.
As I see it, my dear friend, you don’t owe anyone an apology for how your mind works or how your spirit moves through this world. What you shared here is honest, vulnerable, and beautifully human. The way you see...what you feel, sense, and carry...is part of what makes your art resonate so strongly. I’m so sorry you had to go through that vanishing act…but you’re right: they can’t take what’s inside you. And the truth is, the community does see you. I see you. Glad you stayed regardless, my friend. 🌹👏 Looking forward to more of your work.
A wonderful and well constructed poem. The author pouring the heart out on paper.Very moving.Enjoyable read
Thank you so much, David Wakeling, for your comment, and you are correct. I am pouring out my heart because it's been broken into billions of pieces. It never makes sense how I could be erased as if I didn't exist. It hurts, but thank you for understanding. Your words are so Kind, my friend,
Well then, someone with your alias from Italy who contributed nothing with respect to poetry but had plenty to say on others has now disappeared, at least from my pin 'Fraternity'. An initiative of management at my request.
That must be a relief to be rid of the fraudster ..
l would be happy to hear from you if you have anything relevant to say....
You made my day. I'm glad I read this. I was thinking the same thing; that was the first thing that came to mind. So true, my dear friend, Doggerel Dave, you are right on point. Some people don't play well with others, especially when they're in control. It's sad if you think about it - the poor kids.👍🤣😂
So we might like to perceive this as an American reincarnation then?
Would you not hope at next transition to return to Florence, Italy one day?
I really don’t mind this at all, as my intervention has produced some fun poetry….. if some confused rationale....
Isn't that what and why we put our poetry out there, a chance to be heard and to receive others views and opinions, nicely expressed write
Thank you so much for your review and your kind words, Portic Licence. Just some people don't play well!
You are very welcome
Ohh, they just have to get on with it, if in a huff they block us! lol.
You made me smile,orchidee,😊
At least you glued all the fragments and pieces together, creating thereby a more intricate item than existed previously, perhaps. And again, how you revive memories of personal meltdowns in front of the pc, and subsequently this device, [this handheld torture device labeled "my cellphone" to establish my inherent masochism, I guess] where the sprite of inspiration is extinguished in a heartbeat as what I'd just posted is no more because...why?! Welcome Back. Glad you returned and didn't yield to the damning puff which extinguished all you'd seemed to be. Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a winsome, haunting poignancy.
Thank you so much for your review and your kind words, Cheeky Missy. and most of all understanding.❤️
a message straight from the heart so eloquently expressed - just beautiful
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