the wind s
w
i
r
l
s.
i can hear your voice
In the gentle br e e z e ,
“You so funny,
“You are such a riot.”
the laughter reverberates
in
sin-
cerity.
“Fascinating.”
the word flew fast past
what was it again?
“So
sweet;
cute;
nice”
the words are now
s u f i g
h f l n .
then nothing.
gone—vanished—
veneer varnish
desecrated by death.
“Oh my!”
but why? why the change?
do i no longer fit
on
your
range?
dead gender grab
dropped like a stab,
but I’m not on a slab.
“Why, I never...?!”
never, what?
never got cut by a “friendly” knife,
something you thought brought life,
only to see it slit your throat,
like a fucking scapegoat.
“Well...”
what? well...what!?
thought i didn’t have a voice,
that I didn’t have this choice.
underestimation leads
to the damnedest destinations.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Tittu
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This captures the feeling of being hurt by someone you once trusted. It's raw, honest and powerful, especially the way the form mirrors the emotions. I’m really curious about the line “the words are now” followed by the scattered letters.Is it meant to show how words lose meaning or get jumbled after a painful experience? Or is there a specific word or feeling you were trying to express? Anyway well written dearest Tittu!!!
A fave ❤️
Thank you, dearest Salvia ❤️ You read it so beautifully. Yes, it does capture how words lose meaning after betrayal, unraveling into fragments—and at the same time, the scattered letters actually spell shuffling. That double play was intentional. I’m grateful you felt both the rawness and the form 🌪️🗡️🕯️🙏
The fact that your poem is in the shape of wind itself just makes this even more exciting to read and very creative, underestimation can also lead to a suprise success. Best wishes with your website my dear Tristan 🌹
Teddy, thank you, my dear friend. I’m glad you caught the shape—it felt right to let the wind carry the voice itself. And yes, underestimation can flip to strength in the strangest ways. 🌑🙏🕯️Thanks for the well wishes on my web site. It is getting there. I have not shared this here yet, but I just found out one of my poems is getting published in an anthology. The acceptance message asked for a bio (no biggie) and a web site…oops! 😝 Thank God I know a thing or two about building web sites! It’s coming along (tristanrobertlange.com) if you want to see it. Anywho, thank you, dear Teddy!! 💜
The wording is raw the format well planned and I imagine took a good deal of work. A powerful poem with a sad meaning. Well done my friend a fave
Soren, thank you, my friend. Raw is exactly how it came out…and I’m glad the form carried that weight. It did take a little time to work out, indeed. Always grateful for your time and thoughts, my friend. 🌪️🗡️🕯️🙏
Always most welcome Tristan
A windy write T - and not about baked beans or sprouts! lol.
Why, thank you, Obi...I mean Orchi! Indeed! 🤣
Who is Tittu? Any relation to Popeye? Dang, he got in the comments again! heehee.
🤷♂️ Thank God ol' Tom is still swimming his way over here. Those arms get tired...so he's lagging!
This poem snaps and spirals like a gust that can’t decide whether to caress or cut. It is a collision of tenderness, erasure, and raw defiance. The staggered typography mirrors the stagger of memory, where affection curdles mid‑air and language itself fractures into stutters and gaps. Beneath the jolts of quoted fragments lies a reckoning: with shifting identities, with the violence of underestimation, with the audacity to survive the “friendly knife” and name its edge. It reads like standing in the wind and refusing to bow, even as it hurls every shard it can find.
That line you gave...“standing in the wind and refusing to bow”...struck me, my dear poetic friend. Yes. That’s the heart of this piece, and you framed it beautifully. Deeply grateful, my friend. 🌪️🗡️🕯️🙏
🙏🏻🕊️most welcome Tittu! The poem said it all!
I am humbled and honored. Thank you, my dear friend!
I'm near blown away don'tcha know .. unique in every sense of the word .. Neville ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐💛🐦⬛👍
Why, thank you, Neville…you always chuff me up with your generosity, my friend...and I don’t take it for granted. Thank you for your time and support. Glad it delivered!. 🌪️🗡️🕯️🙏
Underestimation, eh? Ah, but this is bound to resonate with countless give or take a few points, the very concept of those false sweets echoing and reverbersting on the winds in seeming calm where the soul cannot find solace superbly rendered in your characteristic style with gorgeous imagery and a lingering poignancy haunting. Thank you for sharing.
Exactly, Missy…and the way you phrased it...“false sweets echoing and reverberating on the winds”...is powerful. So glad that it resonated and delivered, my friend! 🌪️🗡️🕯️🙏
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