Original digital realistic art entitled “Eyes Of Love” by: rob kistner © 7/29/23
The afterimage of your beauty
ever emblazoned in my mind
a mind full of desire and regret
as it’s nearing our leaving time
time I pray will please slow down
as this moment has captured my heart
I feel my heart keep perfect time
paced by scientific wonder
I wonder will this magic last
been wonderful since coming west
the western sun flashes off the sea
sparkling in your seductive eyes
my eyes sun-blind to what lay ahead
the afterimage of love soon dead
Original digital art: “Love’s Sunset”
by: rob kistner © 7/29/23
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rob kistner © 7/24/23
Poetry at: dVerse
Hi Rob! Thank you so much for trying the form, especially since I know it wasn’t your favorite. A very poignant piece–or plea. <3
It is not that writing a Duplex was not ehjoyable, it was an interesting form Merril. It simply was, I couldn’t get my brain to lock into doing it, because it is so very similar to the way my thinking functions most of the time, and when writing “form” poetry, I have conditioned myself to fight the tendency to start drifting into extended spans of freeform thought. It was a struggle to keep stopping and conceptually connecting little two-line snippets of essentially freeform thinking. I felt I was “jerking and jumping” (squirreling as I refer to it) throughout the piece. It was disconcerting. One of the reasons I love to do digital art and my mixed-media art, namely my “Serenity Totems of peace”, is that the focus on the activity of my hands, allows me just to wrap my mind into the physical concentration, and my mind gets very clear and focused — NO WORDS — I actually “disappear”. I can be working on my WACOM tablet, or my iPad with a drawing app, creating digitally, or putting together one of my mixed media totems — when suddenly I realize I’ve been at it for eight, nine, ten hours — and I haven’t even eaten, and I gotta pee ferociously. This strange experience is kind of like when you’re driving, and you forget the fact that you’re driving, and suddenly your 10 miles down the road. Well I can be subconsciously 10 hours down the road doing my art. For me, it’s a wonderful experience of escape that I don’t normally have — basically… clear focus.
” as it’s nearing our leaving time / time I pray will please slow down ” My heart skipped a few beats.
I try not to dwell on it Helen, but it is always right there below the surface…
So well done, Rob. An inevitable sadness at the end.
Thank you so much Sara… 🙂
This is gorgeously composed, Rob! I especially resonate with; “a mind full of desire and regret as it’s nearing our leaving time.” 🙂
Thank you Sanaa… 🙂