Arthur Vaso Poet Free verse

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The Naked Truth

Whispers dance inside my head
Reflections glance at a substance dead
Confirmations of my unpoetical pen
Only white spaces mirrored back
No one has a word to say
The mirror tells I should go away
The oceans piers toss me deep
Into contemplation of my rude upkeep
Sheepish sins, bitter gin
The naked truth
No one reads my scribbles doo
Oh how my dribble makes me blue

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Darren White April 3, 2017 at 7:19 AM Oh how I recognize that.... Arthur Vaso April 6, 2017 at 11:12 PM Its a Scottish thing! LOL

Tim Smith April 2, 2017 at 7:45 PM I know how you feel...I feel that at times too Arthur Vaso April 6, 2017 at 11:12 PM :)

Street Cries April 2, 2017 at 11:05 AM Very nice ink Arthur Vaso April 6, 2017 at 11:12 PM Thank you so much street cries pleased to meet you

Jan Allison April 2, 2017 at 12:35 AM I can relate Arthur in fact if you had written about scribbled pooh it could relate to me ... but I do have one or two Jan fans not like the person you depict:-( hugs Jan xx Arthur Vaso April 6, 2017 at 11:11 PM As long as you have no echo fans!!!!

Connie Marcum Wong April 1, 2017 at 10:00 PM I can totally relate to this piece Arthur. I think we all judge our own poetry very harshly, possibly because there are so many that shine with their talent at this place. I enjoyed this. Keep your pen flowing black & white. 7 ; ) Arthur Vaso April 6, 2017 at 11:10 PM Thank you so much Connie! :)