Arthur Vaso Poet Light Verse

The Empty Canvas

A broken wing
A wounded spirit
The only desire of surreal black nights
Holding you in the dark
I was born with a broken heart
A child with dreams drowned in sorrows
One arrow to tear the canvas
Palette of colors in black and white
A Painter who never was

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Etienne Lariviere February 13, 2016 at 2:45 PM un peintre poétique Arthur Vaso February 13, 2016 at 6:13 PM Merci Etienne!

Joseph May December 6, 2014 at 10:01 AM Very nicely penned Arthur....an image of abstract art..

Robert Lindley December 5, 2014 at 10:13 PM A fine empty canvas my friend. "One arrow to tear the canvas" That one line makes it great , and the other lines are top notch as well. Super 7 on this one..

Dr. Upma A. Sharma November 29, 2014 at 7:54 AM Wow painting in words Arthur n that's a great one! Wonderful expressions! Arthur Vaso November 29, 2014 at 10:35 PM Thank you so much!!!!! :)

Tim Smith November 29, 2014 at 6:21 AM You are a painter of words my friend...cheers Arthur Vaso November 29, 2014 at 10:34 PM Or a drinker of words, cheers x happyhour

Victoria Anderson-Throop November 29, 2014 at 1:34 AM This is lovely--made me wish for more! Especially liked: "A child with dreams drowned in sorrows One arrow to tear the canvas" Victoria Arthur Vaso November 29, 2014 at 10:33 PM I wish all women said that too me!!! LOL Thanks so much!!!