Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Devil? Or was it human?
Evil came in shades of sky and rock.
Villains villify—death were the dastardly days
I sit atop a crop of rocks,
Looking up at a round little hill.
Salvation fell silent to sanguine explosion;
Death was, still is, the devil’s detail.
Even at a sharpshooter’s distance,
Nightfire forever obscures the way.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Originally published on tristanrobertlange.com, September 2, 2025.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written atop Devil’s Den in Gettysburg National Military Park, Gettysburg, PA.
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Oh , that brought me back to a gorge down south called Devil’s Kitchen!
Ooh...sounds like my kind of place! This was a neat place to sit atop and write. The weather was gorgeous. Anyhwo, thank you, my friend! 🪨🌑🕯️🙏
Most welcome! And inspiring as well. 🕊️🙏🏻
So much history in rocks that have seen with blind eyes more still. Some see as evil others see as nature all one and the same beauty and virtue. Nicely done my friend
Soren, exactly…those rocks have seen both beauty and blood. Evil, nature, history...all tangled. Grateful for your read, my friend. 🪨🌑🕯️🙏
You are most welcome my friend
Nothing obscure about what Popeye & Co get up to, though of course we can't say why here! lol.
True story. Ol' Tom used to even be called a...erm...sharpshooter, no? Don't answer that! 🤪
Nope, I won't answer that! lol.
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I visit places like this in the Casentino mountains and forests close to Florence, there is a very strange oura in some places. A wonderful powerful write. 🌹
Teddy, I can imagine that. The strange aura you describe in the Casentino mountains is the same I felt at Gettysburg...beauty, unease, and history pressing into the air. Beautifully said, my dear poet and friend, and I’m grateful for your reflection, as always. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Nature is such great inspiration! Did you mean to write "dsstardly"? If so, please tell me why!
Why, whatever do you mean? I do not see it spelled that way! 🫢🤣 My silly fingers have minds of their own...I swear. All jokes aside, it was a typo and thank you for catching it, my friend. As for nature, indeed, it really is. I love to sit out side and just muse! 🤔
I'm never sure how to bring up typos in a nice way... 😭. I never want to sound like I'm criticizing. Thanks for taking it well...and yes fingers are tricky little things.
A fine write, Tristan. Mountains and large rocks will make you feel like something is there other than you.
For sure. There's a weight to rocks, beyond tonnage, no doubt. Thanks for your time and thoughts, Jerry. Much appreciated! 🪨🌑🕯️🙏
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