we met again, mid-sentence

arqios

 

We Met Again, Mid-Sentence

 

Beauty is not a verdict but a verb,

rendering itself at different speeds.

In one eye, the face is chorus—

in another, it is a single bell.


We met in the middle distance

and called that distance human.

Not quite strangers, not quite known,

our words still hanging in the air

like laundry left to dry in dusk.

 

You spoke first, or maybe I did—

the sentence already half-formed,

like a bridge built from both ends

hoping to meet in the middle.

 

Time had softened the edges,
but the resonance remained.
I remembered your cadence
before I remembered your name.

 

We did not ask where we’d been.

We did not ask why we paused.

We simply resumed— as if silence

had been the punctuation

we both agreed upon.

 

And in that unfinished sentence,

beauty moved again—

not as conclusion,

but as continuation.

 


 
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  • sorenbarrett

    Brilliant! Poetic is the word indeed. In this poem there is ethereal and yet vast and deep meaning that floats like a vapor of perfume unseen but sensed in a most pleasurable and distantly recognizable memory. A simply lovely write and a fave

    • arqios

      A true meeting venue for people! Thank you, Soren🕊️🙏🏻

    • Jerry Reynolds

      Beautiful write, arqios.

      • arqios

        Thanks Jerry. 🕊️🙏🏻

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        My friend, this is luminous. The pause becomes punctuation, silence agreed upon. Beautifully crafted…a continuation, not conclusion. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

        • arqios

          Thanks Tristan, that was exactly what the poem was aiming for! Punctuated with words and the non-word elements. Now let us continue🕊️🙏🏻

        • orchidee

          Yep - human - we must all be human on here, or else we'd never get past the verify. C'mon now, I knows some poets ain't human! LOL.

          • arqios

            Hence the meet “in the middle distance” and still know the cadence before the name. It’s kind of proof that whatever we are — flesh, code, or something in between — there’s a shared language that bridges the gap. Scary thought there; like talking animals or inanimate objects. Good one Orchi!

            • orchidee

              Ohhh, since when were ANY poets human?! lol.

              • arqios

                Superhuman? 🤪

                • orchidee

                  Yep! lol.

                  • arqios

                    🤪

                  • Kevin Hulme

                    So much going on here between two people.
                    All in a fraction of a Second.
                    Enjoyed.

                    • arqios

                      Sometimes that’s all the time that it takes🕊️🙏🏻accordions moment of sorts. 😊thanks Kevin🤩



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