Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
all it takes is darkness
to spark desire for
a light
not that bright
a match
strikes
like lightning
the birthing
beacon’s becoming
bursts in
beams
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, May 16, 2026.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
Offline) - Published: May 16th, 2026 08:45
- Comment from author about the poem: Part of The Art of Being collection.
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- Users favorite of this poem: Friendship, sorenbarrett, Carlos Alberto BUSTILLOS
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Comments8
Well said. Your poem uses the metaphor of light as a symbol of hope or knowledge, juxtaposed against darkness, which represents ignorance, despair, or confusion. Your imagery of a match striking and birthing light signifies the powerful emergence of clarity or inspiration from a place of obscurity.
Thank you so much, Friendship. Honestly, this piece came from reflecting on how little it sometimes takes to interrupt darkness…not necessarily to erase it completely, but to suddenly shift the entire emotional atmosphere of a moment. Grateful for your thoughtful read, my friend. 🔥🙏⚡🖤
Beautiful, short like the flaring of a match but bright it sparkles with rhyme and flames with alliteration. A truly wonderful write my friend. A fave
Soren, thank you so much, my friend. I absolutely love your observation about the poem being brief like the flare of a match itself…that quick burst of brightness, heat, rhythm, and disappearance was very much part of what I hoped the form and sound would embody. And yes 🤣 I definitely let the alliteration run wild on this one. Deeply grateful for your thoughtful response and fave. 🔥🙏⚡🖤
You are most welcome my poetic friend
good write my friend, much enjoyed
Norman, thank you kindly, my friend. I really appreciate you taking the time to read this little spark of a poem 🤣 Glad it landed with you. 🔥🙏⚡🖤
most welcome my friend
Good write T.
Also - the mere spark of the start of.... another glug. We hear it! lol.
🤣 Orchi…the terrifying realization that somewhere in the darkness a single glug has now achieved ignition and become self-aware. WCAT authorities have been notified, though mostly ignored. Deeply appreciated, my friend 🤣🔥🙏⚡🖤
Never even one glug lost in a black hole. But the sound scares off any hostile aliens. lol.
This is one of them that's just a tad special .. I'm betting the Art of Being collection is something else too .. Neville 🐦⬛🐦⬛😎🖤🖤🌻🦋🐈⬛⭐👍
Why thank you, Sir Neville! Much appreciated, my dear friend. Glad it delivered. 🔥🙏⚡🖤
Excellent!!
Thank you Katie! Glad it delivered, my friend! 🔥🙏⚡🖤
For me the metaphor is activation.It doesn't take much effort to get things started.and they can be extraordinary when you start.Made me think
David, thank you so much. Yes, indeed. I’ve always been fascinated by how quickly a moment, idea, realization, or emotional shift can suddenly alter the atmosphere of an entire inner world…almost instantly, like ignition. Grateful for your thoughtful read, my friend. 🔥🙏⚡🖤
Beautifully captures how even a spark can ignite hope. Good Write
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