Dots On The Canvas

Right when I read your poem, this song came on. And for me it brought back some memories of a time when stories were really flowing and inspiration was on fire. Enjoyed your piece.
You know...: I find your works interesting to read. You always seem to hit some notes with me.
the press doth confess, how the masses are blessed, yet, however must contest, all that is the rest, its great that you do, put attempt to, a smile on a face, that some how may grace, your lyrical flow, of said generations know, just saying hello, also thanks, smile
the press doth confess, how the masses are blessed, yet, however must contest, all that is the rest, its great that you do, put attempt to, a smile on a face, that some how may grace, your lyrical flow, of said generations know, just saying hello, also thanks, smile
I love poems, like Wallace Stevens', that share internal references, like this title that appears as a phrase in the poem I just commented on! Bravo. The interlinking of poems with each creates a much greater impression within the total work when it is finished.

"(Beyond a moment
is a moment, and
yet another...)."