Poetry Books and Art Created by Rob Vogel
Rob Vogel
Rob Vogel’s poetry ventures into the adventures and life changes of the writer. The text is often vague yet distinct in definition—nevertheless, it contains no rash or paradoxical shifts in belief.
After his life-changing experiences, he became fascinated by the elasticity of poetry and sought to describe the pleasures of art and the direct expression of life in general.
Poetry often becomes full of questions, full of form. Although many people see form as beauty visually created and shaped, beauty in poetry lies more in its structure and the wording of the written work.
Vogel’s interest in French poetry is related to the past. Poetry of the 1800s was creative but not widely read, rarely published in large quantities, and often went unsold. Nowadays, in the modern language, using contemporary words is complex, often imprecise. The feelings and emotions we have—we struggle to express. The business of writing is full of gaps and shadows, and we writers only vaguely know the complete sentence we aim to create.
Often, we dream of the coldness we feel, yet we recognize the beauty in what we write.
A lyrical work displays a wide range of words, rhythms, and associations that exist only in that particular language—producing word interplay and spaces for unexpected meanings.
Vogel’s work often carries that half-finished halo of mystery and pearly gloom.
Join me in this course of conjectures on poetry.
My Book
A Horizon Filled with Nebelous Clouds
This is the first book of poetry and prose created by Rob Vogel. In this first book, I wanted to express my inner feelings.
It doesn’t matter how it is written, as long as something is said.
On the floor, I am more at ease. I feel closer—more a part of my actual writing—since, this way, I can walk around it, work from all four sides, and quite literally be part of the story.
When I’m writing, I’m not aware of what I’m doing.
Thus, this first book has no direct line toward love, nature, or people.
It’s only after some time has passed that I read what I’ve been writing.
I have no fears about making changes to my text, as it has a life of its own. I don’t write about things; I write only about the differences between things. Poetry is an emotion, a product, and an idea. It is what I dream of—a balance of true purity, fantasy, and serenity. That balance can include troubling or depressing subject matter—a soothing, calming influence on the mind, rather like a good armchair, providing relaxation from physical fatigue.
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Inspirational poet
A WHISPER
‟My mind whispers to itself,
Of all those lovers,
But none of them loved me,
As I am buried alive.”
THE LIE OF LOVE
‟According to my expectations,
You are a rose fighting to bloom,
I have seen you, m’ darling,
While I sing, but my song is in a slow pace but st’ll sparkling,
A song filled with those hidden lies,
And promises I cannot fulfill or reply.”
