Arthur Vaso Poet Free verse

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Arms of An Angel

Arms of an Angel

It fell from the sky
Man made fires of destruction
Barrels of assadic poison
No more

Does my family breathe
The Russians took them in but a breeze
I the father look like the reaper
I have no smile, nothing reflects inside

I have lost love
I have lost my pride
I have lost my little ones
My wife, my love, my lovely pure white bride

I, haven’t the heart to look out a window
I, haven’t any hate, emptiness abounds like a million minnows
I, wander the streets, seeking daily food and shelter
There she was, I cried for she was all of three

Somewhere, somehow, from the universe above
A spark was sent down, to my old dead dreary heart
I ran with all my might and I confess I held this little one so tight
In the arms of an Angel

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Jean Murray January 3, 2017 at 8:35 AM You are an angel to shine a light so bright on such horror Arthur.

Darren White January 1, 2017 at 11:33 PM I am the child of fugitives... I have this dream that when I manage to be independent, and have a house large enough, I welcome in as many as I can! I know it's just a dream, but the feeling of powerlessness can be so overwhelming at times.

Carole Duet January 1, 2017 at 8:48 PM "A spark was sent down to my own dead dreary heart"...beautiful line with a beautiful meaning. Sad but great poem. Carole

Tim Smith January 1, 2017 at 9:58 AM Even in the hardest of times there is always a soothing sight. Great poem Arthur Arthur Vaso January 1, 2017 at 8:04 PM or bottle, Happy New Year!!!

Robert Lindley January 1, 2017 at 9:54 AM You have captured the pure hell that is war. It is bad enough when soldiers fight and die but far, far worse when its the innocent paying that price. Even more so when those innocent ARE CHILDREN! THANK YOU, TIS A TRULY GREAT POEM. ADDED TO MY FAV LIST.. Arthur Vaso January 1, 2017 at 8:03 PM Thank you so much Robert, I wish you and family a very Happy New Year!

Probir Gupta January 1, 2017 at 5:03 AM beautiful moments of realisation ... pearls of reflection ... your poem ... Arthur Vaso January 1, 2017 at 8:03 PM Thank you kindly Probir! Happy New Year!

Charmaine Chircop January 1, 2017 at 4:58 AM I am moved...Your poem creates commotion...Hope its the right word.It creates guilt that We are not doing enough to make this bleeding stop.I can feel your heartache..and your words are indeed a voice to the ones without one...Awesome.Happy New Year Art. Arthur Vaso January 1, 2017 at 8:02 PM Thank you Charmaine, sometimes I feel the fool to only write, and quilt ridden I cant do more, if I could I would adopt every single child from Syria!

Connie Marcum Wong January 1, 2017 at 4:46 AM This moving poem is beautifully written Arthur. I wish you a blessed new year! 7 : ) Arthur Vaso January 1, 2017 at 8:01 PM Happy New Year to you too Connie, thank you so much!

Darren White January 1, 2017 at 12:13 AM This is so painful and so true, and these days, Christmas, New Year, it's so easy to celebrate and forget. But I never forget, and neither do you. I am glad there are some angels in this world. Arthur Vaso January 1, 2017 at 8:00 PM Thanks Darren, I am sure there are many, at least I hope so!