Arthur Vaso Poet Free verse

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Repose

Alone
Under stone
The road ends here
Grave of bones

I reached out to caress
The past, and her sweet heart so blessed
Tears water down flowers, that one day shall wilt
For even they, gave up on loves bloom

I have been devoid of heart long ago
Dead to the living
Living for the dead
Love does that, so do not dread

She, who stole the essence of me,
Where ever she shall be buried
My bones may lie over yonder
My heart lies heavy, with the phantom of she

The past burying all, to the one and last
Says I
Alone under grey washed gravestone
At long last

Père Lachaise

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Keith O.J. Hunt June 9, 2017 at 10:18 AM Deep, cavernous write arthur, indeed we all have our phantoms...you have a great pen my friend:-)

Jean Murray June 6, 2017 at 5:29 PM No wonder POTW.

Freddie Robinson Jr. June 6, 2017 at 1:53 PM A powerful mourner's repose you exhibited in this magnificent poem, Arthur. A sterling POTW entree. Worthy of high praise every bit. Love always.

Diane Belmont June 5, 2017 at 10:42 PM She, who stole the essence of me, SO beautifully written.

Gary Bateman June 4, 2017 at 8:18 PM Hello Arthur, Congratulations on POTW with his hauntingly excellent free verse on "Repose." This is a magnificent write for sure Arthur. Père Lachaise is a place of much history for sure. A FAVE POEM IN MY BOOK!! Cheers and Best, Gary

Joseph May June 4, 2017 at 7:31 PM A dark and haunting write Arthur..Well penned...

Paul Callus June 4, 2017 at 12:59 PM Congrats on POTW, Arthur. I remember you making reference to the cemetery of Pere Lachaise about a year ago...the end of the road and repose. // paul

Sunlite Wanter June 4, 2017 at 10:22 AM So haunting and familiar to anyone who has suffered the loss of a mate. You have such a good command of your poetry. Congratulations!

Alexis Y. June 4, 2017 at 10:15 AM Hi Authur, I don't know how I missed this well written write. I agree with them below this piece is dark yet beautiful. Congratulations on getting the poem of the week. It was well deserved-Alexis

Connie Marcum Wong June 4, 2017 at 7:51 AM Arthur you know this is a Fave of mine and I am so happy to see it honored as POTW! Congratulations my friend. : )

Tim Smith June 4, 2017 at 7:03 AM Congrats on POTW

Andrea Dietrich June 3, 2017 at 8:20 PM Arthur, this has great atmosphere to it. First that picture which complements the piece so well and then the images of sadness and loneliness. I loved it. Why the Pere Lachaise at the end? (Oh, I just looked it up and saw it was a cemetery's name!!)

Akkina Downing June 3, 2017 at 5:35 PM I think both pictures are most beautiful. And your poem is darkly genius! Awesome work :) Arthur Vaso June 7, 2017 at 12:13 AM You are so kind Akkina, many thanks!

Darren White June 3, 2017 at 10:22 AM Beautiful and dark, my friend. Arthur Vaso June 7, 2017 at 12:13 AM Thank you Darren, It cheers me when I see compliments from such fine poets as you!!

Jan Allison June 2, 2017 at 12:37 PM I feel chilled by the images and imagery Arthur - another fabulous deep dark poem flows from you pen:-) hugs jan xx Arthur Vaso June 6, 2017 at 9:24 PM You are too kind Jan, thank you and hugs

Tim Smith June 2, 2017 at 8:07 AM Such beauty alive in the dark Arthur Vaso June 6, 2017 at 9:23 PM Thanks Tim, she you see above, real.

Connie Marcum Wong June 2, 2017 at 7:41 AM This is brilliant Arthur! The imagery lingers with chills. A Fave! : ) 7 Arthur Vaso June 6, 2017 at 9:22 PM Thank you such much Connie, sorry for late replies, seems I am always behind!

Daniel Turner June 1, 2017 at 11:45 PM My interpretation of this is very dark, Arthur. Like he's glad to be dead and away from a toxic love/woman. I absolutely love the art work. Arthur Vaso June 6, 2017 at 8:07 PM Thank you Daniel, it wasn't toxic, more just about good memories, in my dark usual fashion.