dust to defiance

arqios

 

”FROM DUST TO DEFIANCE”


Kings crumble into grit,
and the day slips

through open hands
as if the world were

built on a slope
we never agreed to climb.


One choice becomes a maze

we pace for years,
holding debates with night‑birds
that perch just out of reach.


A man worries over love,

storms, and stories of the deep;
a duke mutters a truth

he should have buried;
beauty darkens at the edges

late like dusk,
and even a bird’s bright call
turns the hour sharp.


Death arrives with courteous posture,
offering a seat as though

this were a gentle errand
and not the oldest crossing.


Soldiers ride toward a horizon

that will not open for them,
and the hours we have

dropped behind us
gather like stones in a pocket.

 

But then—flowers lift

their small colours,
and something inside us

stirs toward motion.


We learn the countless ways

to hold and be held,
to answer weight with steadiness,
to stand where pressure

once pushed us flat.
We celebrate the rough,

bright fact of being human,
the way a spirit can stay upright
even when the ground

argues otherwise.


Before the wide dark,

we build our unruly haven,
refusing the soft drift

toward a quiet end.


The path ahead is long,

the woods unlit,
yet the inner helm

stays firm in the hand.


Life is brief, yes—
and still, we

carry our vows forward.

 

 

 

 

 

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  • Author: crypticbard (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 21st, 2026 05:11
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  • orchidee

    Good write A. Similarly, there's books 'The road less travelled' and something like 'The road even less travelled'.
    Aww, why they not travelled those roads? Get the No.7 bus if ya don't wanna walk, I say, and get travelling! heehee.

  • sorenbarrett

    Epic in nature this poem speaks to me of life itself and the dawning and setting of the sun where there is no other choice but to carry on. Should we tarry it alters not the course before us and there is no going back. Enjoy the sights along the way fore to do otherwise prolongs the journey. A most lovely write my firend



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