I was not (Purposefully) ignoring you
… merely contemplating
Delacroix’s movement of colour.
That ‘Tree’, over to the left,
reminds me of the Grief
that elderly people keep to themselves.
I want an entire day without questions
… to breathe poetic music,
instead of spleen, out of my pores.
You’re lucky we can’t connect fully
… I’d destroy you with a gear-change,
before I’d even realised what I’d done.
We’ve lost the Red Telephone Boxes
… and the Urban Seagulls
have ‘Gang-Territoried’
the Sunday afternoon Park Duck Pond.
I can taste the word ‘Change’
… and it’s not like ‘old pennies’…
more uncomfortable like tiny ‘springs’.
Remember the last time we parted?
… the road got clumsy and heavier…
until the Rains of Fate
brought you back around into my Life.
© Paul Tristram 2026
Saragun Springs 
Wow! Impressive, haunting–gets inside your mind and feelings. Totally pulls the reader into his world. Talented!
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Paul
You have this wonderful “in the moment” no more no less aspect in your writing that works beautifully because of the intelligence in the mind who speaks. Each poem is its own little universe, yet that concept is present in each one.
Leila
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Paul
This poem feels fresh, new, heartfelt, authentic, original, NOT something-that’s-been-seen-before; as well as powerful, forceful, significant, personal, full of personality, and unusual, or strange, in the best of ways. IT FEELS REAL. Like a Marlon Brando kind of poem.
There is a heightened moment in this poem, or a series of them. There is movement in this poem (a movement of mind, heart, soul), instead of stagnant waters. There is something at stake in this poem, like the heart of not one but two people.
Relatable and idiosyncratic at the same time! AND the humanity of this kind of work is a perfect antidote to the Monster Machine Mentality that is contained, not in the machines themselves, but in the masterminds of the machines, and all those who blindly and happily follow them, either knowingly or unknowingly.
Great work! And today the author photo reminds me of Philip Marlowe or Sam Spade in a good way…
Dale
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