"almost never"

arqios

 

Almost Never

 

                           Once in a rare while I step outside,
my bones are tired, my eyes dim with the scrolling years.
I sit in the somnolence of my small room,
where silence is louder than applause.

 

                        Yet somewhere — in the endless feed,
              in the bright screens of young poets —
       my lines are borrowed, reshaped,
their tongues tasting the syllables I once carved.

 

They carry my visions in their fresh bodies,
their taut voices, their restless minds.
And I, though bent and hidden, almost never
claim a share of their youth —
but my words still breathe in their mouths,
                     still rise in their rhythms,
                     still pulse in the veins of tomorrow.

 

My silence sleeps, but my lines still roam;
           their voices make my exile home.

 

 

 

 

 

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  • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

    Great write and a fav

    • arqios

      Thanks Norman. That tells me the best way forward. Most appreciated.🕊️🙏

      • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

        most welcome

      • sorenbarrett

        Again you have posted first on a thought I am working on at this very moment. Soman in his posting reflects on the immortality of a poet's words. Your poem about the influence of one's words taken by others that live on in resurrected form, altered, changed but their influence felt, molded and new in others work. And so it is from a foundation brick upon brick is laid made of the same earth. Another fave my friend

        • arqios

          Yay, now I look forward to your work whence posted. This is exciting🙏🕊️🤩

          • sorenbarrett

            It is more and more amazing to me how certain people hold the same ideas at the same moments in time this synchronicity must be more than causal since oceans separate and I remain isolated from people and news. Carl Jung wrote a book on this by that name synchronicity. It happens far too frequently to me for it to be coincidence.

          • Friendship

            nicely written

            • arqios

              Thanks, Friendship 🙏🏻🕊️

            • orchidee

              Good write A.

              • arqios

                Thanks O🙏🏻🕊️

              • Tristan Robert Lange

                This resonated with me because I think every artist hopes, in one way or another, that their work will outlive the moment it was created. Recognition comes and goes, but knowing something you made continues to inspire others...there's something deeply beautiful about that. Thank you for sharing this, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

                • arqios

                  Makes one wonder where those thoughts or iterations of them present with the ochre on cave walls as they were being etched and painted 🙏🏻🕊️🖐🏻🫟

                • Kevin Hulme

                  I like this . I find it Amazing how I can sit here in my Room, and someone on the other side of the world can read my Poems . One of the more positive things about the Internet.
                  Our Work is always somewhere in the Ether.
                  Well done.

                  • arqios

                    That wonder lives on from cave paintings to early ancient and medieval, renaissance, etc, writing milieus and probably will continue as long as there is reading and writing🙏🏻🕊️

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Fine words Rik.

                    Andy

                    • arqios

                      Thanks Andy. Most appreciated dear friend 🙏🏻🕊️

                    • Dan Williams

                      Always and never are absolutes, both are close to non-existent and need the modifier "almost". This is a fair explanation of that.

                      • arqios

                        "Almost," one of my favourite words. Good to see you around the site again. Many thanks, D.W. 🙏🕊️



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