Arthur Vaso Poet Quatrain

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Alone Amongst the Trees

Winds whipping my soul
Coldness wont let go
White squalls blind my hopes
What for do I exist at all

Birch trees sway in the wind
Dancing to skies grey and grim
Pathways lead only to graves
Alone I lie amongst the trees

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Robert Lindley February 27, 2018 at 5:48 AM A question many ask in their lives my friend. Such a somber image your fine poetry present in this gem. A fav...

Ralph Sergi February 12, 2018 at 11:28 AM A chilling lament done very well, Arthur!

Carol B. February 11, 2018 at 3:53 PM I love what this picture spoke to you. I feel it so clearly. Great write!!

James Swartz February 11, 2018 at 10:30 AM You gave me the chills Arthur! Your write is so descriptive it reminds me of how lonely i felt in the winters of my youth.

Jan Allison February 11, 2018 at 6:41 AM such chilling imagery Arthur it made me feel quite sad:-( hugs jan xx

Eve Roper February 10, 2018 at 11:04 PM existence for a reason..and yes it is a cold image of self

Lewis Raynes February 7, 2018 at 6:50 PM i love this one Arthur, the first line got me hooked 100%, great stuff

Tim Smith February 7, 2018 at 11:31 AM Get down from there, you might fall

Heidi Sands February 7, 2018 at 10:34 AM Well written Arthur. This really reaches the reader :)

Jean Murray February 7, 2018 at 8:32 AM Chilling. I want to get a blanket for you Art.

Seren Roberts February 7, 2018 at 1:19 AM Great write.....Seren

White Wolf February 7, 2018 at 12:16 AM Very moving poetry, Great Bear