"games we play"
When voices spark along the slender strand,
we waltz across each curve in secret hour;
I chart each sharp retort on fragile band,
and tune our hearts to echo hidden power.
In fiery fonts I bind our sacred vow,
as embers dim and twilight takes its bow.
In midnight’s glare I spot my weary soul,
as echoes swell beyond the screen’s pale glow;
I count each hour inscribed upon that scroll,
and grieve the truths that slip away below.
We thirst for praise within the after-hours,
and greet each fleeting nod that breaks the crush;
we sow our statements in clandestine bowers,
we wear convictions draped in borrowed blush,
then drift to slumber in that emptiest rush.
At your dawn I pin my doubts to linen white,
while chords of conflict bruise my fragile calm;
I trace each line and claim a small respite,
beneath that hollow ache which begs for balm;
I dream of tongues where bold new truths take flight,
then rise, unbound, to greet the morning’s light.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: … sharing a newish poem today that dives into our midnight exchanges and the sunrise reflections they spark, no spoilers, just the rhythm of screens and dawn. Which image or line hit home for you? How do you feel when the glow of your device meets the first light of morning? I’d love to hear your take. 👍🏻📝🕊️🙏🏻
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… sharing a newish poem today that dives into our midnight exchanges and the sunrise reflections they spark, no spoilers, just the rhythm of screens and dawn. Which image or line hit home for you? How do you feel when the glow of your device meets the first light of morning? I’d love to hear your take. 👍🏻📝🕊️🙏🏻
You ask for more than my initial impression, half swooning on the effects of this beauty, begging I choose a line or phrasing, where I took flight on the whole. Gorgeously rendered with exquisite imagery and a delicate poignancy whose romance woos, how can I answer beyond that?
I can’t ask for more! I dare not! 🤩🕊️🙏🏻
I was taken by the regularity of meter amidst changing rhyme scheme that like waves on the sea came against the shore in differing size. It was the rhythm and varying rhyme that took me most the wording aided in giving a soft and flowing feel to the work and of the lines I think my favorite were:
In fiery fonts I bind our sacred vow,
as embers dim and twilight takes its bow.
Beautiful imagery here. a fave
Thanks Soren for that riptide of a review 🌊🕊️🙏🏻
My pleasure Cryptic
Thanks for the Fave @sorenbarrett
a fourth then a fifth then a sixth.... even an 8th and 16th... hahaha
A fine write, a beautiful poem arqios. I fell in love with the first six lines. The short-order cook in me kept feeling for a couplet at the end of each. Rendering four beautiful poems.
Oh, so glad that worked out! Short verse has been my cradling ground and am always getting pulled toward terse verse. Thank you so much 🕊️🙏🏻
'At your dawn I pin my doubts to linen white, while chords of conflict bruise my fragile calm;' did it for me. As if out of a dream to be bruised by the reality of me. The poem as a whole is superlative in its composition and beautiful in its portrayal. I love how the stanzas get thicker as they approach the inevitable dawn - the light bearing down on the darkness and the sleeping poet sensing the change of a day anew. Very well done, arqios, accolades galore for this one.
Wishing you all the very best,
Tony.
A most uplifting review dear Tony. It is a light on the path of this ever meandering poetic journey 🕊️🙏🏻
A lovely read, nicely crafted, enjoyed
Excellent write
Well written, your poem "Games We Play" explores the complexities of communication and connection in modern relationships, particularly in the digital age. It emphasizes the tension between the desire for authentic emotional connection and the superficial interactions that often dominate our lives.
Fine words arqios and seeing morns early light every day is wonderful.
Andy
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