Arthur Vaso Poet Free verse

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Door To Nowhere

Door to Nowhere


Royalty have Chateau’s
With moats and drawbridges

Artists have colors
Paints and brushes and dreams

The poor have soup
And Marie's gateau’s

The lonely have open doors
To nowhere

I let my baguette go hard and stale
So I could stab myself with nourishment

As my blood flows slowly
Through that door with no hope

I with no rope, fade away

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Darlene De Beaulieu September 11, 2018 at 2:39 PM Hello Arthur, your poem is deep with a powerful meaning. Yet it is very sad. Have a nice day my friend.

Gary Bateman December 18, 2016 at 9:47 PM Hello Arthur, Sorry I missed wondrous metaphoric gem earlier. Congratulations on POTD -- most certainly!! "Door to Nowhere" shall not fade away -- it's going into my BOOK OF FAVS!! Best Always, Gary

Joseph May October 31, 2016 at 9:05 PM A surreal image to go along with this great write... Arthur Vaso October 31, 2016 at 11:03 PM Thanks Joseph, much appreciated!

Connie Marcum Wong October 29, 2016 at 4:32 PM This poem embraces the loneliness of many and the hopelessness felt. Excellent write Arthur. I can see why it was honored with POTD! Congratulations! The picture is awesome too! 7 ; ) Arthur Vaso October 29, 2016 at 10:54 PM Thank you so much Connie! Hugs!

Maurice Yvonne October 27, 2016 at 4:49 PM Door To Nowhere is a great title...too bad you couldn't find a perfect picture to match the title. Say what? Yeah...great picture. Love this poem, love the words..."stab myself with nourishment". Great write! A Fav! Arthur Vaso October 29, 2016 at 10:53 PM Thank you Maurice, when such an artistic person comments brings me smiles! :)

Jan Allison October 27, 2016 at 4:08 PM Deep and sad Arthur the baguette line is so so depressing ... dip it in the lukewarm soup and it will freshen up:-) hugs Jan xx Arthur Vaso October 29, 2016 at 10:52 PM The Doc says that will kill me even faster! LOL ok I imagine he would if I had a Doc, but I live in Canada so I cant get a doctor.

Casarah Nance October 27, 2016 at 5:19 AM This is filled with sorrow, not just self sorrow but for mankind. This was hard to swallow, like a stale baguette, depressing and deep. but on an opposite note many applause for being potd. hugsx Arthur Vaso October 29, 2016 at 10:51 PM Thanks Cas, In poetry Sadness is happiness! :)

Carole Duet October 27, 2016 at 12:09 AM Well I have soup and poetrysoup...and yesterday I had both with a hard baguette! Honestly...it's true. Wish we could have shared. Then maybe I wouldn't have felt so poor and lonely too. Hang in there Art. If I can you can. Arthur Vaso October 29, 2016 at 10:50 PM Thank you Carole! You are so kind! I hope you will not feel so lonely, I know the feeling and I can wish people to see the sunshine! :)

Eileen Manassian October 26, 2016 at 11:26 PM Don't stab yourself, dear.....certainly not with a baguette....or maybe do because that won't harm you. Oh, Arthur...there are doors to hope and live. Hugs, dear. Congrats on POTD. Arthur Vaso October 29, 2016 at 10:49 PM Thanks Eileen, I think its better I stab myself with the banquette than eat it, apparently I will live longer that way!!! LOL Hugs!

John Hamilton October 26, 2016 at 4:57 PM You've killed yourself poetically a thousand times, but with a baguette? Really good imagination Arthur! Congrats on POTD I would give it to you just for the baguette line. Cheers Arthur Vaso October 29, 2016 at 10:48 PM Thanks John! You made me smile, I will kill myself 2000 times now!!!!

Alexis Y. October 26, 2016 at 8:59 AM Hi Arthur, Congratulations on getting the day:-) Alexis Arthur Vaso October 29, 2016 at 10:47 PM Thanks Again Alexis, hugs!

Juliet Minayo October 26, 2016 at 7:52 AM lovely poem and love this part Artists have colors, Paints and brushes and dreams' Arthur Vaso October 29, 2016 at 10:16 PM Thank you Juliet, very kind of you!

Patricia Lawton October 26, 2016 at 7:16 AM If the door opens then there is always hope. There is a saying, 'Every road leads to Rome.' And I say every open door that opens gives us hope.

Patricia Lawton October 26, 2016 at 7:03 AM If the door opens then there is always hope. There is a saying, 'Every road leads to Rome.' And I say every open door that opens gives us hope. Arthur Vaso October 29, 2016 at 10:15 PM So true Patricia, I sure wish I was in Rome now! :)

Charlie Smith October 26, 2016 at 6:33 AM Dark and deep Arthur, worthy of POTD honors, congratulations... Arthur Vaso October 29, 2016 at 10:14 PM Thanks Charlie, much appreciated!

Anne-Lise Andresen October 26, 2016 at 3:56 AM - A wonderful poem, Arthur - Congratulations on your p.o.t.d. - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Arthur Vaso October 29, 2016 at 10:14 PM Thank you kindly Anne-Lise! :)

Tim Smith October 25, 2016 at 4:26 PM I loved the baguette line.... amazing...a fav Arthur Vaso October 29, 2016 at 10:13 PM Thanks Tim!

Jean Murray October 25, 2016 at 1:37 PM The picture must have got lonely and left Arthur. Please don't leave. Arthur Vaso October 29, 2016 at 9:43 PM LOL it doesn't show when you see by POTD! :)

Alexis Y. October 25, 2016 at 1:11 PM Hi Arthur You picked a good picture to describe such a loneliness. Great job: -) Alexis Arthur Vaso October 29, 2016 at 9:28 PM Thank you so much Alexis! Hugs!

Nette Onclaud October 25, 2016 at 12:52 PM don't go breaking my heart, arthur; i hope there are doors for me even when i'm down and out!.. lovely.. huggs Arthur Vaso October 29, 2016 at 9:28 PM I would never try and break your heart! There are always doors! and I hope you would never ever feel down and out!

Carolyn Devonshire October 25, 2016 at 8:39 AM Arthur, this picture you chose for this poem is perfect. I like the way you describe how everyone has something, but the lonely have just "doors to nowhere." Awesome imagery in the line about stabbing with the baguette. Those of us who feel lonely at times know the feelings you have examined all too well. Excellent! Arthur Vaso October 29, 2016 at 8:56 PM Thank you so much Carolyn! Hugs!

Paul Callus October 25, 2016 at 8:07 AM The lonely, like the broken-hearted, appear to have few or no options, Arthur. So sad to be left with no hope! (I have always wondered where you manage to find so many excellent pictures!) ~ Regards // paul Arthur Vaso October 29, 2016 at 8:55 PM Thanks Paul, often it takes me much longer to find the photo than to write the poem. I do have a lot of photographers and artists that let me use their works as well. ( you can see many on my web site!)

Andrea Dietrich October 24, 2016 at 11:44 PM oh my, Arthur. So melancholy. But wow, the poem really fits that picture and its essence. DEEP! Arthur Vaso October 29, 2016 at 8:49 PM Thank you Andrea! hugs!