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 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Strolling along clouds filled with sky,
Puffy white with lemon drops
Oh—my!—
I came about a grassy knoll,
Sat at a terrapin station—
Pulled out a bowl—
The sky rises to the clouds,
Dark star of death musing around—
Digging that Grateful Dead sound,
A hell of a starburst,
Gracias, Jerry!—
I sit and eat my ice cream
With chocolate and cherries!
Ah!—heaven bound.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, June 6, 2026.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Part of The Art of Being collection.
- Category: Surrealist
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- In collections: The Art of Being.
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Comments2
Here the sky is made into a dessert feast surreal of not is make my mouth water. Delicious Tristan both as a poem and something to eat. Mine today is somewhat similar.
lovely write
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