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. 🤘💀🖤
text for accessibility:
i need
some place i can be held,
affirmed, respected, understood,
felt, forgiven—not forgotten—
enveloped with love.
But
this is not
to be for me.
such places are platitudes
presented as promises—vacant
—agendas to keep me present in grief
even if i bleed the torrential tears of my love
there is no relief
for the swollen
loneliness
in my eyes
blinding violence—
silence—surprise.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, March 5, 2025.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, March 5, 2025.
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Comments4
There is a sinking feeling with this write. The text and format suggest a single falling feather wending its way downward. Where it lands a silent surprise. Well written my friend.
Soren, thank you for that thoughtful reading… the sinking feeling you mention is very much part of the design of the piece. The text gradually descends toward that final quiet moment. Your image of the falling feather captures that motion beautifully. I appreciate the careful observation, dear friend. 🧠🔥🕯️🙏
Always a pleasure my friend
Now there's no surprise about P & Co. Why not? Don't answer that! lol.
Glug gurgle gurgle glug. 🤐🤣
Any surprises as to how many tubes Ol'Tom has knitted? Has he knitted hundreds? Swoon! lol.
try thousands...not counting the ones that Obi incinerated with his...well...you know.
There's a real truth there Tristan, a true representation of pain. Unfortunately grief at loss has to be, is experienced alone. No one, however hard or well meaningly they try, can do it for you, as from your poem you well know...
Dave, thank you my friend…I appreciate your thoughtful reading of the pain in the piece. Grief does often become something we carry alone, even when others try to stand beside us. The poem was really circling that longing for presence and how often those spaces promise comfort but fall silent instead. I’m grateful you took the time to reflect on it. ⛪🖤🕯️🙏
Your words are powerful, my friend. Your poem explores themes of loneliness, grief, and the longing for emotional connection and understanding. The poet expresses a deep desire for a safe space where they can be held and affirmed but ultimately confronts the harsh reality that such places seem unattainable. That revolves around the struggles of dealing with pain and the inadequacy of superficial assurances or platitudes in the face of profound grief and isolation.
I hear you clearly, 🙏❤️🙏
My friend, thank you…I really appreciate the care and empathy in your reading. The poem grew out of that longing for a space where grief could be held with honesty rather than softened with platitudes. Your reflection captures that tension between the need for connection and the silence that often greets it. I’m grateful you heard it so clearly. ⛪🖤🕯️🙏
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