graduated cylinder

arqios

 

“Echoes in the Graduated Cylinder”

 

In the glass throat of morning,

a single drop measures memory—

not by volume, but by ache.

 

Calibrated silence, etched

in milliliters of longing,

where each mark recalls

a moment we didn’t name.

 

The meniscus curves like a question,

hovering between surface tension and surrender.

And still, the wait drops— not to fall,

but to be seen.

 

 

 

 

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  • orchidee

    Fido asks me (in a nice way): 'I suppose you didn't get any of the cryptic meanings of this poem - as usual?!'

    • arqios

      It's all role play and the graduated cylinder a prop ๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ๐Ÿ™

    • sorenbarrett

      Cryptic this poem is not as clear as that vial but shows a couple of possibilities, one haunted feelings of age and its deterioration. In this meniscus cleverly used in a triple entendre. and falling weight as in sagging flesh of age. The other may be the sad and nostalgic loss and looking back on a past relationship and its aged outcome. In either case there is a sense of melancholy there. Well done Cryptic

      • arqios

        I suppose this is the wonder of the meniscus! Thanks dear friend ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ

        • sorenbarrett

          Most welcome

        • Fรญna Elara ๐ŸŒ™ Petra Patrice

          This is a stunning, precise, and reflective poem, both delicate and intellectually vivid. Nicely written.

          • arqios

            Thank you, Fina๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ

          • orchidee

            Since when did I figure out any triple entendres, as Soren has?! Sharpen up some literary skills, Fido advises me. lol.

            • arqios

              In my readings I just figure out what I could and try not worry about what others read. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ•Š๏ธ

              • orchidee

                Yes, best way really, otherwise we may try to adapt our poems too much, to 'fit in' with what others may read. Fido says to me @I doubt you will understand much cryptic stuff'. He explains it all to me though. lol.

              • Tristan Robert Lange

                This is quiet brilliance, Arqiosโ€ฆmemory aching in drops, silence calibrated in longing, the meniscus caught between holding and release. A piece that lingers in its restraint. Beautifully done, my friend. ๐ŸŒน๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ•ฏ๏ธ๐Ÿฆโ€โฌ›

                • arqios

                  Reminds me of a those balls of mercury, it wasnโ€™t healthy to toy around with them but we washed well after.

                • Goldfinch60

                  That memory is always rising Rik.

                  Andy

                • Tom Dylan

                  A fine write. Nice one, mate.



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