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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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.
Haha, thank you, Soren! I’d be worried if this one didn’t make somebody hungry. 😄 The dessert imagery is baked right into it from top to bottom. Add a little Grateful Dead and clouds full of sky, viola. And I don’t know about you, but I am a sucker for Cherry Garcia ice cream! 🤣 Thanks again, my friend. 🍨☁️🍒🎶🙏
Most welcome my friend
lovely write
Thank you, my friend! 🍨☁️🍒🎶🙏
you are most welcome
I don't mind ice cream after a bowl or two.
Me either! 🤣 Especially Cherry Garcia! 🍨☁️🍒🎶🙏
Good write T. I'm back - unless another blip cuts me off again. It's a glug really, I bet. We know. Mr P Solus & Co. lol.
Orchi! Glad to see you made it back from whatever strange corner of the internet swallowed you this time. 😄 And yes…a glug is always the prime suspect. They have sticky fingers and absolutely no respect for modern technology. 🍨📡👽🖤
How exactly did the glug cut us orf? WCAT! lol.
Who wouldn't want to die in a vat of chocolate.
In saying that, it's got to be milk chocolate.
Dark or milk, I cannot deny the veracity of that there observation. 😂🤣
I always enjoy your work! Well done!
Thank you, Katie. As do I yours. Much appreciated, my friend! 🍨☁️🍒🎶🙏
lol your having a comedy hour my friend, ere move over, I've got a banana split 🤣
Teddy, pull up a chair, my friend! 😄 Between your banana split and my bowl of Cherry Garcia ice cream, we’re one scoop away from turning this comment section into a full-blown dessert buffet. 🍌🍨🍒
This put a smile on my face. Love you wording, the meaning and the mtaphors.
I liked this line: Dark star of death musing around. And also the ice cream bit
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