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. 🤘💀🖤
What is it like to fly?
Above, the sky is crisp,
Its icicle sun shimmers
Gloomy gray—
Another winter-wary day.
House, not what it used to be,
American arctic asperity—
Arrested development—
Is what’s left of the dream.
The ground—ice solid—
Stained crimson crude
From the fall.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, March 19, 2026.
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A metaphoric Icarus fall of society in this poem. Interesting that as one climbs the atmospheric temperature drops and the sun becomes a distant light bulb giving off little noticed heat. That once warm value we held has cooled. It is winter in the land today. In this season nothing grows, frozen hard Icarus would have left a blood spot. Well written my friend a fave
Soren, I wrote this with that Icarus arc in mind, and seeing you name it so plainly…yeah, that rocks. Especially the idea that what once gave warmth becomes distant. That’s the space this came from. You truly understand metaphor, my dear friend…seeing you call Icarus out made my day. I also love the altitude frame you gave…that’s so very true. Thank you for meeting it there, my friend. ❄️🧊🖤🙏
Tristan your poems and those of half a dozen others are the main source of metaphor on this site and that is my favorite form. You are most welcome my friend it is always a pleasure
Indeed. I love metaphor too and glad we both share an appreciation for it.
Good write T. Erm, I was reading, we've a 'little while' yet, nothing to worry about. The Sun will burn out in about 4 and half billion years time! heehee.
So we've a few minutes or more left! lol. Don't make any difference how long it survives to Popeye, cos he always survives with ........ WCAT! lol.
Orchi, haha thank you for this…you’ve officially confirmed we’ve got at least a few minutes left, so I can relax a bit. And of course, Popeye survives it all…WCAT broadcasting never fails. 🤣 Always appreciate you, my friend. ❄️🧊🖤🙏
Doh! We know how Popeye will spend those few minutes but WCAT of course!
Wonderful. 🌹
Thank you so much, dearest Teddy! ❄️🧊🖤🙏
The fall on ice is moving and relatable🙏🏻🕊️🥶❄️
arqios, thank you…there’s something about that kind of fall that feels all too familiar, not just physically but deeper than that. I’m really glad it resonated with you. ❄️🧊🖤🙏
And thank you for exploring that familiarity 🕊️🙏🏻
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