Arthur Vaso Poet Free verse

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Arthur Vaso

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Blanc Comme La Neige

White like the snow

Ice stiffened limbs
Reaching out
No saviors about

Snow flakes in the wind
I reached and reached and reached
Towards deaths cold hands

Never to see her again
I looked down
Wine of bloods holocaust

Flowing from my hands
Unto the devils abode
Whitest of Pyrenees days

I died beside her departure
Railroad tracks empty
Bloodless heart
Ashes black
Butterfly born

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Kai Michael Neumann January 30, 2018 at 2:10 AM Wow. You describe, what is still so unimaginable, so impossible to put into words and understanding. I am deeply touched by your poem. Thank you, Kai

James Swartz January 27, 2018 at 11:27 PM True brilliance Arthur! Great doesn't say enough for this poem. It is perfection. Advanced genius in thought and words.

Arturo Michael January 25, 2018 at 5:06 AM Very nice...the imagery at the end is fantastic...All the best Arthur

Viv Wigley January 25, 2018 at 2:14 AM Great standalone piece, vivid , bleak. Nicely done, Arthur. Regards, Viv

Rhoda Tripp January 24, 2018 at 10:30 PM Following you on IG and loving it.

Jean Murray January 24, 2018 at 5:33 PM Did he cut his wrist? Silly boy!

Probir Gupta January 24, 2018 at 8:10 AM Beauty in each line ... art in each stanza ... in just few words, a poetry bonanza ...

Connie Marcum Wong January 24, 2018 at 1:26 AM Wow Arthur! This is my favorite of your poems so far and one of your BEST! Brilliant my friend! It is going straight into my Faves! : )