Arthur Vaso Poet Light Verse

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Face

I walk through the life of silent dreams
A museum of sorts
I passed by my reflection
Not a mirror in site
I was horrified
As I stared into my face
No, no, I could not
My eyes could not view such horrors
Shut tight for fear of light
The journey was long ago
Where emotions floated or not
The soul fell into the sea

I belong to no one
Thus they say I am free

I belong no where
Thus I am in a prison

I float inside a bottle
Like a goldfish in bowl
Waiting to be painted

Knowing too well
The drawing will never be done

The wilted rose shall weep
One more time

For the face no one shall seek
Incomplete

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Judy Konos January 25, 2016 at 7:00 PM Like the painting. Love the Poetry but look who wrote it. Cheers!

Dalia Shahein December 29, 2015 at 11:43 AM Very deep, sad and capturing write my friend , great work u nailed it....Merry Christmas and happy new year....hugs / / :) dalia.

Eve Roper December 18, 2015 at 1:51 PM Love the beautiful poem, Arthur, !!!!!!! Love the drawing!!!! Arthur Vaso December 19, 2015 at 12:22 AM Thanks Eve, a friend of mine did this drawing,when I saw it it spoke to me, if she saw how do you paint, she would love your compliment by 1000!!!

Robert Lindley December 15, 2015 at 10:37 PM I HOPE YOU NEVER EXPERIENCE SUCH A FORLORN AND SAD STATE MY FRIEND. With deepest regrets I have TWICE IN MY LONG LIFE and never want to again! Tremendous heart wrenching write! A7.. Arthur Vaso December 19, 2015 at 12:21 AM That is my life, an unfinished painting.

Aurore Severo December 14, 2015 at 2:07 AM Deep and sad, the art very good xoxoxo peace Arthur Vaso December 19, 2015 at 12:20 AM Thank you Aurore!

Keith Bickerstaffe December 13, 2015 at 9:26 PM So asd Arthur... I trust this is not true to life. Great word usage... ',,,like a goldfish in a bowl,' '...the wilted rose shall weep one more time.' BRAVO my friend. Best wishes, Keith Arthur Vaso December 19, 2015 at 12:19 AM Thank you, of course its not real life, thats worse!

Paul Callus December 13, 2015 at 10:53 AM This looks like an open prison to me; a form of house arrest, where the soul seeks the refuge of darkness. // paul Arthur Vaso December 19, 2015 at 12:18 AM Yes you summed it up perfectly! :)

Tim Smith December 13, 2015 at 9:23 AM The Dark Night strikes again. So beautifully capturing the lack of light. love your style...a fave Arthur Vaso December 19, 2015 at 12:18 AM Thanks Tim, I like to think I do dark almost as good as you do love! cheers!

Jan Allison December 13, 2015 at 3:53 AM Gosh this is deep my friend - I found the imagery so so sad:-( hugs Jan xx 7 Arthur Vaso December 19, 2015 at 12:17 AM Sad is my middle name, and forth one too.

Ravi Sathasivam December 13, 2015 at 12:21 AM Excellent and profound write. Enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing it. Arthur Vaso December 14, 2015 at 11:23 PM Thank you so much Ravi

Poesy Relish December 12, 2015 at 11:10 PM this piece of writing is deep and profound... 'free but yet bound in an unconstrained prison'... nice write Arthur... nadiya! Arthur Vaso December 14, 2015 at 11:21 PM Thank you so much poesy!