Peter draws a skinny little boy named Tony and puts him in a cell.
Tony is more like his Mother than his Father.
Tony is more like his Mother than his self.
A doll’s eye fades to black.
Tony’s cell is really a nice little house in a forest of pink trees.
These things sometimes happen:
A garden of morning glories never opens.
A dead bee stabs the sole of your foot.
A giant toad leaps on your chest at midnight:
all the months of August in a row.
Rob Goldstein 1985-2019
Art by Rob Goldstein 
The imagery is absolutely perfect in evoking the feeeeelings. So well done, Rob — so well done.
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Thank you, Joey. I guess there’s some intense feelings in this piece but by the 40’th draft the poem is all about form and structure. I guess it takes a reader to bring the poem to life for the writer.
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Dark and melancholib,but romantic too (i think). Michael
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Thanks again, Michael. I can see the romance in this. Dark and Melancholy go well with Romance.
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I can visualize each line and the darkness behind it.
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Thank you. This is helpful information. 🙂
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The poem and the art are both marvelous, Rob. I love the dark and melancholy undertone of your poetry, it is fascinating.
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Thank you Robbie. This ‘Dolls’ piece has a way to go. I appreciate the feedback.
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Very visual and haunting, Rob.
This line really stands out for me:
A giant toad leaps on your chest at midnight:
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Thanks Mae. I wanted that line to stand out. It’s a child’s way of interpreting and denying an overwhelming attack. Thank you for the comment and feedback.
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It’s very disturbing, Rob — and more so because you described it so beautifully. I absolutely love the image. You know I love colors, and this one is fabulous. Hugs on the wing.
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Thanks, Teagan.
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Super artwork and an interesting poem.
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Thank you, Paula. 🙂
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