Not the Park Poem, by Tristan Robert Lange, at My poetic side

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 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

Fortitude is endurance’s friend.

Riding miles, hundreds of them—

Always under suspicion for

Never taking unnecessary sides.

Circuit riding turned into hiding.

Isolated even when in company.

Still, nothing will stop this cause.

Agency moves against the grain,

Severed from conflict with authority.

But what happens when that intervention

Unilaterally creates an organization

Religiously set to consume itself?

Yet, greatness fathers future failures.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, May 31, 2026.

Tittu

Author: Tristan Robert Lange ( Offline)
Published: May 31st, 2026 09:12
Comment from author about the poem: An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays collection. This piece explores the complicated legacy of influence. Every movement begins with conviction. Every institution begins with movement. The distance between the two is often measured in generations.
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In collections: Scorched Strays.

Not the Park

Tristan Robert Lange

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