"Our Poetic Sides"
I press publish at midnight—
a fractal of gum blossom
pushed through glowing screens.
Your reply unfurls
like dawn’s first tide,
colouring my verse in sunrise.
Between hyperlinked galaxies
we exchange essences,
postcards of feeling
with no postage due.
Each notification
a pulse in our shared bloodstream,
morphemed gondolas flowing beneath
our eager fingertips.
In that feedback loop
hesitant stanzas root
in the quiet soil of another’s heart.
Our poetic sides converge,
constellations woven
into the net’s soft gravity.
-
Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 12th, 2025 04:43
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 27
- Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy, Tristan Robert Lange, Damaso
Offline)
Comments7
One of the few affordable enjoyments still available. A uplifting write Cryptic nicely said
Yes. But I try not to say it out loud as monetisation seems to be far more rampant than is called for😎🙏🏻🕊️
And only getting worse. I remember my grandfather saying that one day they will charge for a bottle of water and will put a meter on your nose to charge for the air you breath. We are half way there.
Our local taxes do have environmental levy on them so that’s kinda like taxing in a roundabout way😞🕊️🙏🏻
Hello, arqios,
A charming collage of verses flowing between the aesthetic banks of a beautifully composed poem. It really is lovely. Thank you very much for sharing this.
Wishing you all the very best,
Tony.
Thanks Tony, one of several attempts to poetically capture life here on the site. 🙏🏻🕊️
Surely, there are different approaches and experiences on this site… one day we’ll get there 🙏🏻🕊️
A lovely day write of the essence of being on this site, as Soren say's its free and hopefully will stay that way, enjoyed the read
Hopefully!!! Thanks dear friend 🙏🏻🕊️
You are very welcome
Thanks for the Fave @CM🤩
Like me you also Publish at Midnight.
One of the more Positive things about the Internet. Well Said.
Arqios, this is like tracing the constellations of our little poetic cosmos...each line a bridge across the digital sea. I love how you root the virtual in something organic, letting “gum blossom” (as opposed to Gin Blossoms...sorry, couldn't reisist 🤣) and “quiet soil” breathe between the screens. You’ve caught that rare electricity of connection without ever losing the humanity in it. Beautifully done, my dear friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Poetry is a germinant soil that blossoms in its season. Thanks Tittu🕊️🙏🏻
For sure! You are welcome, my friend! 🙂 And, my heart is warmed by you calling me that! 💜
Tittu
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.