Arthur Vaso Poet Light Verse

Notes About The Poem

Rather than pick a language, this is a poem in two, French and English, both different , both saying the same thing!

Passage Du Temps

I sit on a chair
The chair is by the table
The table is against the wall
On the wall is a clock
The clock goes tic toc
As surely as time passes
I, do not move
The chair does not move
The table does not move
The wall just stands there holding up the clock
A bookcase on the other side of life, there full of knowledge
Useless in the antiquity of stagnation
As we are all one, object and man
Not one of us moving
Except for the clock
Tic toc

Passage du temps
L'horloge
Le bruit du silence
Noyade dans la tranquillité
En solo
Parmi tous mes livres
Mort chante à mon oreille

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David Meade November 18, 2015 at 9:50 PM As time passes the more we change . . . but the more we change the more we are the same . . . instead of rock and clubs, we now have bullets and bombs. I am not sure that time heals all wounds but I hear the Tic Toc . . . Arthur Vaso November 29, 2015 at 11:18 PM You said that better than my poem! Cheers!

Jan Allison November 18, 2015 at 5:51 PM shame we can't move forward to create peace in the world Arthur:-) hugs jan xx Arthur Vaso November 29, 2015 at 11:17 PM Or at the very least Happy Hour!!!

Njeri Hunjeri November 18, 2015 at 1:00 PM French is a beautiful language. a simple poem that says so much. very wise Arthur! Arthur Vaso November 29, 2015 at 11:16 PM Thank you Njeri! However calling me wise might not be so wise!!!! LOL

Heather Ober November 17, 2015 at 9:39 AM Very interesting!! I like the contrast between man and object, especially the reversal of the object/clock moving while you are still. And that very dark last line in French! Chills down my spine. (By the way, it is always nice to see a fellow Canadian on here!) Arthur Vaso November 29, 2015 at 11:15 PM Thank you Heather, and very nice to meet you! I am from Montreal! I look forward to taking a peek at your page! Thank you kindly!

Andrea Dietrich November 16, 2015 at 5:58 PM Oh, I LIKES this kind of poetry!! Do more! Arthur Vaso November 16, 2015 at 9:03 PM Thank you so much Andrea!

Kp Nunez November 16, 2015 at 4:23 PM Ironic that with all the knowledge man prides on having gained, it is nil in the eternal perspective of Time. What is man's existence but just a hairbreadth compared to eternity... Arthur Vaso November 16, 2015 at 9:02 PM Good point, I think we must start looking towards women's knowledge instead!!!! :)

Charmaine Chircop November 16, 2015 at 3:07 PM Time pass us by..no matter what..If we remain still or try to move on. Love to read you again. Arthur Vaso November 16, 2015 at 8:59 PM Thanks Charmaine, you made me think, with all the conflict in the world, time is the real enemy! :) Hugs

Casarah Nance November 16, 2015 at 2:47 PM Beautiful. In the end, time endures. not one of us moving except for the clock tick toc...there is so much more to your poem than just the words. Deeper into the meaning, duality language, this is art at it's finest. what seems as a simple chair gleams the golden trim of knowledge that we are all one. Arthur Vaso November 16, 2015 at 8:57 PM Thanks Cas Hugs!!!

Jill Spagnola November 15, 2015 at 11:18 PM Arthur Great to read you again...I really appreciate your recognition to another "side of life"..thanks for the peek!...:), jill Arthur Vaso November 16, 2015 at 8:51 PM Thank you Jill, much appreciated!!!!! Hope all is well with you!