Arthur Vaso Poet Free verse

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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

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Seren Roberts August 27, 2017 at 1:52 PM I know you play classic violin as well as you write...well done....Seren

White Wolf August 27, 2017 at 5:47 AM I love this Arthur! A brilliant poem, my friend

Jan Allison August 27, 2017 at 5:03 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 August 27, 2017 at 12:02 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 August 26, 2017 at 9:24 PM Beautiful, Arthur, fascinating video , frightening medusa..enjoyed ~*

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