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What May Or Not Have Been

Hands like the quivering branches of a tree
Waving in the wind
         Waving to the sound of the violin
Scars of history become unmasked
As her sword comes out for evening play
Drum beats and heart depletes
Eyes that pierce
Like silver knifes through my heart
         She dances around my lingering thoughts
Day and night a string of nightmares begin
Of a musical love and notes that ring
I wonder what may have been
If she let me play her violin

Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2017

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Seren Roberts Date: 8/27/2017 1:52:00 PM I know you play classic violin as well as you write...well done....Seren Login to Reply

White Wolf Date: 8/27/2017 5:47:00 AM I love this Arthur! A brilliant poem, my friend Login to Reply

Jan Allison Date: 8/27/2017 5:03:00 AM Beautiful imagery Arthur - I wonder were you playing second fiddle lol:-) I attempted to play the fiddle when I was at school it sounded like a cat being castrated so i gave up lol:-) hugs Jan xx Login to Reply

Darren White Date: 8/27/2017 12:02:00 AM I love the final two lines, a very sensual thought that is... I once used the bow of the violin in a poem, to make innuendo love to my lover. Beautiful poem my dear friend :) Login to Reply

Eve Roper Date: 8/26/2017 9:24:00 PM Beautiful, Arthur, fascinating video , frightening medusa..enjoyed ~* Login to Reply

Tim Smith Date: 8/26/2017 8:14:00 PM This is not a comment it is a boycott. In the event this boycott is lifted, I may or may not return to comment and at said point I am under no obligation to do or not do so. Login to Reply