Notice of absence from Damaso
I miss you friends
I miss you friends
It hangs from a spiderweb
that descends from the ceiling
suspending time
always at the same hour
the gold turns black
it seems to sway coldly
captured by the hypnotic illusion
my carnal witness rests
and I repeat to myself that I am not
I neither fall nor rise
I am three
of three
by three
indomitable fleeting balance.
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Author:
Pari4 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Don't give in to illusory panic; the constant vibration of wakefulness can tire anyone. Synchronize—don't quantify—body, spirit, and reason.
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Three a magical number a number of stability, the trinity in christianity, the three dimensions of our world a good write.
Hide truths and meanings. I really like playing to understand them. Thank you very much for reading and leaving your words of support. Kind regards
The mystery of the number three and what it represents to some, I am the now, not the past and not the future, enjoyed the read
Wow I am very happy that I have connected that way with the text, an approach and alignment number. Very grateful to read and return. As always a pleasure. Kind regards
You are very welcome
My friend, a beautiful poem…ritual and riddle...almost trance-like. “I am three / of three / by three”—that echo resonates like a spell. Wonderful job! A fave! 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Hey, well, I'm so glad you found it that way. It was the attempt. A number that evokes my memory of the magic hour. Thanks for stopping by and leaving your words of support. Best regards.
Great write
Hey, thank you so much for stopping by and leaving your support. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Best regards.
You're welcome
Your poem "Balance" revolves around the concept of equilibrium between the physical and metaphysical realms. It explores the tension between existence and non-existence, emphasizing the struggle to find stability amidst chaos. The poet explores themes of time, identity, and the paradox of being both grounded and ethereal, as embodied in the imagery of a spiderweb that suspends time.
Wow, I'm so glad you connected with the text in such a way. I'm amazed by the sensitivity with which you so skillfully unpack the small displays I try to emphasize in this tangle of conflicting feelings. Thank you so much for stopping by and taking the time to analyze your feelings about this humble text in such detail. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Best regards.
You're very welcome, my friend,
until i read your comments was wondering which three were mentioned - great work there..keep it coming
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