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 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
alice merton memories—
what does it mean to be rooted?—
transience is an ongoing transition.
bittersweet morning glory
has become the same sad story.
i am a twining creeper—
wild grapes make bitter wine—
a branch that’s become
its own worn, vintage vine.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, July 18, 2026.
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Good write T. Glug - does this relate to spinach in any way, ask a certain one. lol.
Much appreciated, Orchi! Popeye misunderstood “rooted,” planted spinach between the vines, and is now selling fortified wine from the back of his boat. Glug glug! lol. 🌿🍇🙏🖤
This poem set my mind to work Tristan. Even the most rooted tree extends branches and sends out further roots. We all meander even those most fixed. As for wild grapes making the most bitter wine may be true but some like me like it dry as long as it is not vinegar it is all the better.
Thanks, Soren! Your read absolutely fits. I think we are always reaching beyond whatever claims to contain us, even while carrying the marks of every place we have been. I’ll meet you at the vineyard...you bring the dry wine, and I’ll make certain nobody accidentally uncorks the salad dressing! lol. All jokes aside, when I drank, I loved a great Cabernet Franc. The dryer the better...just not vinegar! 🤣 🌿🍇🙏🖤
Most welcome my friend. I a merlot the drier the better as well with a hint of fruit and wood.
I like the deepness of this piece, almost like an iceberg 2 thirds hidden
Thank you, Norman! You have seen straight through to the heart of it. What rises above the water may appear small, but it is being shaped and steered by everything hidden below. I deeply appreciate your thoughtful read, my friend! 🌿🍇🙏🖤
always most welcome my friend
Wow, deeply rooted, beautiful and my Italian friends who are wine testers would appreciate this it's timeless. 🌹
Thank you, Teddy! I’m delighted this one reached you so deeply. If your Italian friends ever sample this particular vintage, please warn them...it was aged in uncertainty and may leave the soul slightly unsteady! Otherwise, a solid vintage! 🤣 🌿🍇🙏🖤
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