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The Darkness

Flowers Flagrant Inspiration Spring rains soft Love strolls Black death Dancing Butterflies singing Life a flutter Songs only beginning Black Death Frolicking gardens Beer flowing in fountains Youth teases, curves and tinsel Three angels in the corner, sleeping Black Death Tranquility Softer than feathered pillows Peacefulness The final glimpse through wrinkled curtain Black death Rose’s red Ring around the rosie Skipping glee abounds Yet over there in the closet Black death The path in the forest Dark and misty Winding and twisty Maps hold no comfort nor key Black death The last The final The end Inside the darkness Until.........

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Robert Heemstra

Date: 3/12/2016 7:35:00 PM

Always seems to be darkness in the woods! And the ending was the real cliffhanger! "Until......"

Nette Onclaud

Date: 3/10/2016 1:24:00 PM

ohh, a mix of dark and tenderness, arthur... love this astonishing piece..huggs

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 3/10/2016 2:17:00 AM

Cont- this is my longest comment ever..But I had to appreciate what you did with your verses and how you interwinded them together..Such is the cycle of life...There are younf kids who never experienced the joy of youth due to consequences in their life,yet there are others close to that death curtain yet their life is still a park and a stage.Picnic anytime -Shakespeare : ). A fave of course..and a comment break. Exceptional Masterpiece.Going to play hopskotch nw : )

Jan Allison

Date: 3/10/2016 2:17:00 AM

incredibly deep and dark Arthur fabulous imagery:-) hugs Jan xx

Charmaine Chircop
Date: 3/10/2016 2:20:00 AM

Three poems from one..the onr you ve written and another two....I grant you p.o.d.y : )

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 3/10/2016 2:12:00 AM

Cont - Flowers,Spring rains soft.Love strolls, Dancing butterflies singing.Like a flutter-songs only beginning. Frolicking gardens,Beer flowing in fountains.Youth teases curves and tinsel.Tranquility ,softer than feathered pillows.Peacefulness ! Rose's red- ring around the rosie,skipping glee abounds...Thec path in the forest. The last the final,the end. Another poem in your poem..And Ican see youth and joy,darkness and death ..And the poet must lie somewhere close to death yet so close to life

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 3/10/2016 2:04:00 AM

Flagrant inspirations /blk death/ three angels in the corner sleeping ,blk death ! /the final glimpse through wrinkled curtain ,blk death/Over there in the closet,blk death !The path in the forest,dark and misty,winding and twisty,Maps holdk no comfort nor key,blk death!,The last,the final,the end inside the darkness ..Until...Oh I could find this dark poem in a poem ...Then -