Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
I am lagging slightly in my responses to comments on my poems due to a crazy schedule. I will be catching up on them soon. I have read them all and will find the time to respond, but did not want you to think I was ghosting. In the meantime, and always:
Read, Write, Rise, Realize.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I am lagging slightly in my responses to comments on my poems due to a crazy schedule. I will be catching up on them soon. I have read them all and will find the time to respond, but did not want you to think I was ghosting. In the meantime, and always:
Read, Write, Rise, Realize.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Criss-cross, sew a stitch,
Watch those lips begin to twitch—
Completes the old phrase,
Life is a real nasty bitch—
Look up out that ditch—
Don’t remove your gaze;
Best buried than burned a witch.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, April 24, 2026.
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Offline) - Published: April 24th, 2026 08:39
- Comment from author about the poem: A part of the Truth, Applied collection. This poem debuts my original Counterpulse form.
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- Users favorite of this poem: Friendship, Priya Tomar, Salvia.S
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Well said. A poem explores themes of witchcraft, societal perception, and the struggles faced by women who defy norms. And yet those who are seen as different or who challenge authority are often persecuted, and such persecution can lead to a harsh fate. Our world has changed, my friend. People are so nasty.
Friendship, I’m with you…that tension between perception and persecution still shows up in different forms. You caught that thread and followed it all the way through, and that means a lot. Always appreciate your insight, my friend. 🪡🕯️🖤🙏
Counterpulse; interesting!🙏🏻🕊️
arqios, glad you picked up on that…Counterpulse kind of snuck in there, didn’t it? 🤣 It's a fun form to write it. Appreciate you, my friend. 🪡🕯️🖤🙏
Indeed! It’s like a counterbeat at the drums 🪘 🥁
A little rhyme that reminds me of Shakespeare's MacBeth and the three witches. Good one my friend
Soren, I’m with you…there’s something about that old, unsettling rhyme style that sticks, and Macbeth definitely lives in that space. Appreciate you drawing that line, my friend. 🪡🕯️🖤🙏
Most welcome my friend
A strong, true message of darkness and doom are evoked. Good write.
Katie, thank you…there’s a deliberate weight to this one, and I’m glad that sense of darkness carried through the way it did. Always appreciate you reading, my friend. 🪡🕯️🖤🙏
The poem carries a powerful message .
Brilliant write .
Priya, thank you so much…that really means a lot. I’m glad the poem delivered and the message came through for you, my friend. 🪡🕯️🖤🙏
Someone's weaving - or knitting - and that's a fact. Clue: He's knitting socks. We knows him! lol.
Orchi, weaving, knitting…socks…yeah, we both know exactly who you’re pointing at 😂. Conversely, has Wan Ken, oi be, adjusted to that material yet or is it still a fire hazard? 🤣 🪡🕯️🖤🙏
What ARE we on about in our cryptic, obscure omments? WCAT of course! lol.
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