isolation’s irony falls,
flurrying fast—
flying phantom flakes—
in a sea of glitter white.
the colorless glare
an endless void—
sightless growing glow—
filled with the echoes
of the unaware,
guarded ghosts,
and demonstrably
defiant demons
determined
to deny a
welcoming
space.
why?
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, December 30, 2025.
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Well written. I relate to this. Your poem explores the paradox of isolation and the emotional turmoil it causes. The imagery of snowflakes and a "sea of glitter white" suggests beauty but contrasts with feelings of emptiness and the presence of "guarded ghosts" and "defiant demons." The poet reflects a struggle with loneliness, the invisible barriers that block connection, and questions why such isolation exists. You speak from the heart.
Friendship, thank you. That means a lot. I did write this from the heart, and I’m grateful you felt that. This piece lives in tension rather than resolution, so knowing it met you on a lived level tells me it found its mark. Much appreciated! ❄️🌫️ 🙏🖤
Here we have a series of contradictions a colorless glare, sightless growing glow, The pairing of glitter of white a usual symbol of good and beauty is matched with demons. This opposition indicates turmoil and conflict to me. Yes the question is why. A wonderful write my friend
Soren, thank you. That reading means a great deal. You’re right to call out that pairing of white and demons. That collision is intentional…the way what’s supposed to be pure can still blind and isolate. I’m grateful you caught that tension so clearly. ❄️🌫️🖤🙏 Much appreciated, my friend!
You are most welcome Tristan
* Approaches title shakily and nervously*. You know one of us, or both of us, are gonna say this - I thought this poem was gonna be about Popeye, but we can't say why! heehee. Don't answer that!
Lol! The only reason you can see the shadow of a guy in this pic is because he brought his brolly. Now back to your regular programming: The Sailors of Glug Island: 🤣
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