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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" ]