yard

arqios

 

And the yard—
unruled, unindexed—
keeps offering these small, stubborn gestures, 
each one a pivot away from an old script, 
each one a way of being here
without bowing to the frame.

 

 

 

 

 

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  • Author: crypticbard (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 13th, 2026 05:06
  • Comment from author about the poem: hopefully a short with some punch
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 54
  • Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Tristan Robert Lange
  • In collections: 2026.
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  • nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

    good write my friend

  • orchidee

    I was gonna do a similar poem and name it 36 inches. A yard, that is! lol. Fido says to me 'You was gonna do a million things but ya not done any of 'em yet!' lol.

    • arqios

      All of the 9 yards of doings 🤩

      • orchidee

        And is a foot 12 inches - a human foot I mean?! lol.

      • Katie B.

        Well said!

        • arqios

          Thanks K.B. 🙏🏻🕊️

        • sorenbarrett

          Hear I have to approach this poem from different directions marks and numbers representing the same on this strip of measurement Arabic numerals anciently derived then there is the yard itself an English measurement seldom used anymore going the way of the cubit. And then the metaphor of the old and stubborn. As it says each a way of being here. Wow Cryptic a fave

          • arqios

            A measure by any measure logs the minds’ measurements 🙏🏻🕊️

            • sorenbarrett

              We all seem to measure things in this world

            • David Wakeling

              For me this is a garden.Always something new that ventures away from the script.Made me think compadre

              • arqios

                Excellent reading. Thanks amigo 🙏🕊️

              • Kevin Hulme

                I read this as a Back Yard that needed putting right. Looks like I'm way off Beam here.

                • arqios

                  It could happen in any yard. And every yard has it's unique tale to tell. 🙏🕊️

                • Tristan Robert Lange

                  arqios, this feels quietly defiant in the best way. The poem never raises its voice, yet every line resists confinement and control. Love this, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

                  • arqios

                    Thanks, Tittu🙏🕊️

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Each yard we go takes us towards the life we want Rik.

                    Andy



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