Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤
I walk out to meet the day,
Not just a little,
The whole damn way.
The door opens with ease—
Too much ease—
So, I just step right out.
What a glorious view.
The sun’s crescent frown
Emerging from sliver to grimace.
Over the horizon’s hover.
Wait.
Something’s changed.
It all felt right—
So fucking right—
But...
Oh fucking no.
Oh no.
Not now!
Why now?
What did I do?
Where did the sun go?
The sun—
Where is it hiding?
All I see is ground.
Ground.
I’m on the ground
Without much of a fall,
A pall for the dirt—
I lay there, still—
Motion
Less a problem as I feel
Dirt—the dirt—
The cool dirt
Beneath my gentle hand movements.
Each petting of earth
Grounds me on the ground—
Down for some odd count—
Lying facedown on a mound.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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Well written . Tristan, your poem revolves around the poet's experience of stepping into a new day, the initial joy of life, followed by a sudden confrontation with feelings of despair and disconnection. The imagery of the sun and the earth symbolizes hope and grounding, respectively.
Friendship, I’m thankful for this reflection… that swing from initial joy to sudden grounding is the heartbeat of the poem. The sun lifting and the earth holding were never meant to cancel each other out, just collide. This one actually came out of a panic attack… I wanted to capture that sudden flip from lift to ground. I appreciate you reading it with that depth. 🚀🌍🫁🙏
I wonder it this is how one might feel expecting a resurrection at death and finding that there is no heaven or hell just dirt in one's grave. A solid write Tristan.
Soren, that’s a powerful angle… I hadn’t framed it that way, but I can feel the weight of that reading. The expectation of ascent meeting only earth is a sobering image. I appreciate you stretching the frame like that, my friend. 🚀🌍🫁🙏
You are most welcome Tristan thanks for being so gentle to say stretched the frame when I think I missed the target.
You're welcome, Soren...but I do see it as a stretching of the frame. Your comment made me consider something I hadn't while writing it. I am always grateful for that, my friend.
Yes, you had a long walk - up the garden path, as they say - and back again! You tipsy there?
Or....I knows why - you heard a glug, then fainted! lol.
Orchi, up the garden path, one suspicious glug in the distance, and down I go… clearly the scientific explanation. Popeyeus Glug Maximus Solus would demand nothing less than a dramatic faint. As for Obi and Tom… saber and cotton sheath, for sure. You may be onto something, my friend. 🚀🌍🫁🙏
lovely done
Thank you, Gumdrop! I am glad it delivered. Your time and thoughts are much appreciated. 🚀🌍🫁🙏
I find these to be really strong lyrics great rhyme and a fabulous lady stanza 🌹
Teddy, I really appreciate that… calling them strong lyrics means a lot. That rhythm matters to me, so I’m glad it carried. Grateful for your steady encouragement, my dear friend. 🌹🚀🌍🫁🙏
Last stanza, not lady 🤣 my phone is playing tricks 🌹
She really is a fabulous lady stanza, though...last or otherwise! 🤣 No worries, my friend. My "smart" phone does the same too. I call it my "smartass" phone! 🤣
Yes it is a smartass because it takes my words and makes me look silly 🪿 🤣
Like, isn't that the "smart" phone's whole M.O.? I think so! LOL!
This has the real sense of joy and happiness that is so needed, just being blown away as the confusion and despair return to take their normal place. The constant struggle of a troubled mind, will it be heaven or hell today, the question we ask every morning. Pleasure to read
Tobani, you know me well enough to see the struggle in it. That back and forth isn’t theoretical…it’s lived. Some mornings feel like ascent, others like descent. I’m always grateful for your ear and your support, my friend. Welcome back. I've missed ya! 🚀🌍🫁🙏
Your welcome
This is the hint of British summer where we take fourteen layers of clothes off and embrace the day.
Sadly we walk twenty yards and the great bloody yellow thing decides its not time yet.
You can see why we throw ourselves onto the dirt in toatal despair.
Just realised its meteorological spring, and the rain's getting warmer.
Paul, I love how you turned existential descent into British seasonal whiplash… layers off, sun out, hope rising… then twenty yards later, face in the dirt. The rhythm is identical. Warm rain or not, we still brace for impact. Always grateful for your wit, my friend. 🚀🌍🫁🙏
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