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 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Summer sun on rocks.
A man hails my poet’s zone.
Vultures soar above.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Originally published on tristanrobertlange.com, September 3, 2025.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written atop Devil’s Den in Gettysburg National Military Park, Gettysburg, PA. Photograph taken and modified by the author. The monogram marks the approximate location where this poem was written.
- Category: Haiku
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Beautiful and scenic and I am left wondering if those vultures circling have a meaning. Gettysburg the battlefield and a cemetary come to mind.
Soren, I appreciate that. The moment was rea...sun on stone, a man stopping by to (cool enough) thank me for being in my artistic zone, buzzards overhead...but in a place like Gettysburg those images can’t help but hold more. What you saw in the circling birds is exactly the kind of weight that hangs in the air there, and then throw in where we are today. Thanks again for your time and support, my friend.☀️🪶🪨🙏
You are most welcome my friend
Good write T. Popeye's sneaked in again, but - not now, Popeye, we don't want a bird's eye view of...... *chokes and splutters over me cocoa*. lol.
Thanks my dear...SWOON! 😅
Seems like a good spot for inspiration, love it!
It really was, my friend! ☀️🪶🪨🙏 That whole park is loaded with inspirational spots to soak it all up and write!
Sounds like that's just what you did!
Indeed! 😏
I see inspiration here, isn't it amazing where a place can take us. 🌹
Oh, without doubt. Such an inspiring and profoundly powerful place to be. Thank you my dear friend! ☀️🪶🪨🙏
At times those not said become vivid with those that are said. Perhaps, I didn't make sense.
Loved it!
My friend, you make perfect sense. Sometimes what’s unsaid becomes most vivid...that space between words where meaning takes hold. Beautifully put, and I’m grateful for your reflection. ☀️🪶🪨🙏
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