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After heaven



After Heaven® and jail and the flute player's musing

black-clad skin-bright girls whisk'd graphite-cool

and titanium-tight when night

turned no more moon-burned tears

to diamond-light

sun sunk broke

under science and hope and

then she spoke

rushing ashtray

and empty glass away

staining perfection with her golden fears

tareing me in another useless abusing




Copyright © Robert Warlov | Year Posted 2016

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Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/25/2024 2:52:00 PM

Interesting and rhymed. You usually do free verse, don't you? I was really drawn to your title.

Robert Warlov
Date: 9/4/2024 2:05:00 AM

. . . but I have two vehicles in my garage. My Tesla® and my Schwinn®. ~ It's not just the Caged-Bird that sings ~ Even with the perfect visual translation of photography, people still paint pictures. ~ Every morning we should wake anew to a great adventure.

Andrea Dietrich
Date: 8/13/2024 4:09:00 PM

In reply to your reply that I M only seeing just now, it seems to me that rhyming poets today are seen as amateurs. Only free verse I'd given credit and I have seen free verse in journals which to me were not worth beans. But if that's what they like, I guess I was born on the wrong centiry

Robert Warlov
Date: 7/30/2024 5:32:00 AM

Rhyme and verse are powerful psychological structures and ought not be summarily discounted. As an artist, one must consider and account for two very different audiences; e g.; both lay-people and The Artist Community itself. When Marshall McLuhan elucidates the difficulty in separating the object from its environ or means of transmission ("The media is the message"), the expectations of its effects should not be surprising. [ What is: "Style" ]