Arthur Vaso Poet Quatrain

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A Silent Death

Murky thoughts within a silent night
Wind slapping the window panes
Clouds hovering over pending death
Soon to be out of breath

Ravens circle the next meal
It seems in the end I had some appeal
The lights were off long ago
A house of ghosts, to end this show

Decomposing in musical thought
In my chair, soon to rot
Who will care? I know most will not
In my darkness I am fraught

Now the graveyard holds all my thoughts

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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton January 24, 2018 at 9:20 PM Murky thoughts indeed. Ah, what a fickle world.

Darren White December 13, 2017 at 9:02 AM I hold some too <3

Susan Ashley December 10, 2017 at 2:29 PM Arthur, a haunting wit creeps within these morbid musings. An awesome write!

Nette Onclaud December 10, 2017 at 12:37 PM a blend of intense and amusing thoughts, arthur...poe is churning in his grave!..wonderfully irreverent, hah!..huggs

Arturo Michael December 10, 2017 at 10:28 AM A little humor in the matter,"Ravens circle the next meal. It seems, in the end, I had some appeal" All the best Arthur

Rhoda Tripp December 10, 2017 at 8:22 AM This is deep. An enjoyable read, Arthur

Anne-Lise Andresen December 10, 2017 at 6:47 AM - Awesome written, Arthur - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Ravi Sathasivam December 10, 2017 at 1:42 AM Excellent. Great write. Thanks for sharing it.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart December 9, 2017 at 10:26 PM Oh this is so good. "It seems in the end I had some appeal" appeals to me :) I want to go sky burial. xomo!

Winged Warrior December 9, 2017 at 10:13 PM Hey, I can dig it...thoughts that rot...welcome to my world...great write Arthur...god bless and happy holidays my friend...^WW^