"Younger Poet's Reply"
I hear what you say about self‑inquiry,
how it begins without announcement,
but for me it arrives in small shifts of light,
a sense that something in the day
has turned its face toward attention.
Solitude helps, though not in the way you mean.
It opens a quiet field where patience
moves at its own pace.
Criticism lands gently now,
not as correction but as a way
to understand where the line wants to go.
Love & distance feel less like spacing
and more like a rhythm I'm learning to keep.
Sadness as transformation still surprises me.
It changes the scale of things
before I know it's happening.
Childhood memory moves beside me,
steady as breath,
while art & nature keep offering
their unhurried conversation.
I'm not sure where this leads,
but I can feel myself becoming.
.
I hear what you say about self‑inquiry,
how it begins without announcement,
but for me it arrives in small shifts of light,
a sense that something in the day
has turned its face toward attention.
Solitude helps, though not in the way you mean.
It opens a quiet field where patience
moves at its own pace.
Criticism lands gently now,
not as correction but as a way
to understand where the line wants to go.
Love & distance feel less like spacing
and more like a rhythm I'm learning to keep.
Sadness as transformation still surprises me.
It changes the scale of things
before I know it's happening.
Childhood memory moves beside me,
steady as breath,
while art & nature keep offering
their unhurried conversation.
I'm not sure where this leads,
but I can feel myself becoming.
.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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another fine write my friend
Many thanks, Norman. It's good to make the most of time available when it becomes opportune. Most appreciated🙏🕊️
most welcome
This poem calls out the changes that transform a person from what was to what is and the recognition of this slow process. It is reflected in memories and the acceptance of what is. Nicely written Cryptic
That is a most satisfying response to this poem, Soren. Most thoroughly enjoyed. Thank you 🙏🕊️
You are always most welcome my friend
Nicely written.
Thank you
This is a description of the influences of poetry and poets, from self inquiry to solitude and sadness ending with becoming. Well constructed mi amigo
Tah, compadre 🙏🕊️
Good write A.
Thanks O🤩
Rik, wow…this carries such a calm and thoughtful wisdom, my friend. I love how the poem resists dramatic revelation and instead leans fully into gradual transformation…small shifts of light, patience, rhythm, memory, conversation. It feels deeply reflective without ever becoming heavy-handed. And that final sense of becoming rather than arriving lands beautifully. A fave for sure. Wonderful work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
When we tread quietly we avert the usual accompanying jolting turbulence 🕊️🙏🏻
The Growing Progress. And it's many levels.
Liked it.
Indeed like the arcade games of old👍🏻🙏🏻🕊️
We all become Rik, become that person we will be.
Andy
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