Arthur Vaso Poet Free verse

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Medieval Flutes

Medieval Flutes

Strings and lutes
Playing to my whims
She the student
I, the old one with musical overtures 

She knows, she knows
Myself captivated yet I cant let it show
She knows, she knows
We play roulette, I love, she gives romance a go

I kiss her lips
Telling her this is but a seasons fading desire
My love is true; her blue eyes pierce the soul of this fool
She will love another, sooner than sad harps can play

Melodies of melancholy
She will leave with succulent sweetness
While the professor will contemplate loves demise
Buried in romance, burdens of love attack this darkened day

When a season makes its last breathless gasp
Its very survival is at play, struggle to the last
Who of us wishes to die so young, so tender
When one more love has yet to be embraced and softly

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White Wolf August 19, 2017 at 7:17 PM I absolutely love this one, Great Bear!

Darlene De Beaulieu March 12, 2017 at 3:56 PM I agree with Carolyn you do have a beautiful heart.A poem with a story line. I did enjoy this poem Arthur. Arthur Vaso March 12, 2017 at 6:27 PM Well I am not sure about that, but I try at times! :) Thank you.

Carolyn Devonshire February 25, 2017 at 11:56 AM Artists have a way of falling in love with others who share their skills. After they recover from loss, they often find love again. You have a beautiful heart, Arthur. I can hear it in the melody of this song. Arthur Vaso March 5, 2017 at 9:05 PM My heart is black, my soul grey, my hopes colorless, alas, I write poetry..............

Doug Vinson February 21, 2017 at 4:46 PM Arthur, so smooth that its considerable power is deceptive, it sneaks up on the reader. : ) Arthur Vaso March 5, 2017 at 9:04 PM Thank you Doug!

Tim Smith February 21, 2017 at 1:52 PM There will always be another love waiting in the wings, maybe even two. Arthur Vaso March 5, 2017 at 9:03 PM If only I had wings!

Lynn Marie February 21, 2017 at 12:56 AM This is great storytelling Arthur! Your bold creative words bring this film noir to life in splendid fashion! What a fantastic title :-) blessings, lynn Arthur Vaso March 5, 2017 at 9:02 PM Oh la la you are so kind thank you!

Charlie Smith February 20, 2017 at 11:59 PM Brilliant Arthur, so very well done... Arthur Vaso March 5, 2017 at 9:01 PM Thank you Charlie very kind of you!

Darren White February 20, 2017 at 11:49 PM Rendered... Arthur, beautiful my friend. Arthur Vaso March 5, 2017 at 9:00 PM That you my Artic Penguin!

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart February 20, 2017 at 10:41 PM A soft and sultry write, it sticks to the skin. Arthur Vaso March 5, 2017 at 8:59 PM Thank you so much!

Winged Warrior February 20, 2017 at 9:54 PM You gotta stop 'fluting' around arthur lol...great verse my friend...god bless...^WW^ Arthur Vaso February 28, 2017 at 8:00 PM LOL thanks!!!

Carol B. February 20, 2017 at 9:43 PM Awe, you're such a great story teller. Your poems are like mini films. Amazing!! A fav. Arthur Vaso February 28, 2017 at 7:59 PM Thank you so much Carol!!!! :)

Sunlite Wanter February 20, 2017 at 8:40 PM A great surprise tonight to read one of your wonderful poems. Arthur Vaso February 20, 2017 at 8:40 PM You are simply too kind, but thank you!