gate‑light thin /
feet in the quell before
departure —
early
like a wound —still wet
someone’s mouth shapes
a road in the air
(brothers
sisters)
find it, you say —
or they say —
and the fog folds
around your name.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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These gated folds attempts to catch that fragile hour before movement; when breath hangs, words hover, and the path is felt more than seen. A moment suspended, waiting to decide which way the fog will part.
Cryptic you have selected your pen name well your writings are growing deeper and deeper taking the mind into its shadows and shade where emotions have been left disregarded and forgotten. Word prompts uncover them. Nicely done
I've tried not to write like this as people shy away from this style but it has to come out every now and again. So thanks so much for giving it some time in the reading sun. 🌞🕊️🙏🏻
I have found that people shy away from three things in poetry 1. when it is too long 2. when it takes thought 3. when it tells them things they don't want to hear. Most people don't want to think or take too much time and work is out of the question. I have almost given up on putting third level metaphors in poems and do it just for my own entertainment now days. No one ever picks up on them.
Ah, that strange balance of poetic supply and demand!
Yes to buy quality the price is always too high
That could be a very sad tale indeed. Like outfits with 2 ledgers… type of operations
Good write, arqios. Just at that moment.
‘That moment’ is quite crucial among other moments, it would seem🙏🏻🕊️
This is haunting…gate-light, wounds, fog folding a name. It feels like standing right at the edge of departure. Beautifully wrought, my dear friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Anything even slightly cryptic is a fog to me. Fido suggests trying to get the hidden meanings. 'I'll only get it wrong' I reply to him. He's not gonna tell me EVERY hidden meaning, though of course he knows 99% of everything! lol.
We can all come out of that fog into the light Rik.
Andy
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