What May Or Not Have Been

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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

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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

Lin Lane

Date: 8/27/2017 6:05:00 AM

It's interesting how well you write when inspired by....things.

White Wolf

Date: 8/27/2017 5:47:00 AM

I love this Arthur! A brilliant poem, my friend

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

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 :)

Eve Roper

Date: 8/26/2017 9:24:00 PM

Beautiful, Arthur, fascinating video , frightening medusa..enjoyed ~*

Tim Smith

Date: 8/26/2017 8:14:00 PM

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