Arthur Vaso Poet Free verse

The Butterfly of Fortaleza

I was filled with myopic adventure
Excitement, thrills and amour
I was off to Brazil
Who I ask? Could ask for anymore?

I was there with my butterfly net
For I was destined to capture beauty at sunset
So sure, this was my regal duty!
I captured love, within my fragile enticing naive heart

Holding on to the butterfly
Was for sure not the easy part
For my heart was a flutter
As the butterfly soared in the winds

It turns out love had captured me
The butterfly escaped, loved but free
So on the forest floor I wept
The rains of my tears, as Amazon’s condemned guest

Flooded with sadness, rusty bullets meant for the masses
Riddled with broken heart and cracked glasses
Even the wine I could not keep, love always leaks
The jungle consumes all, even loves so deep

If only a kiss was a kiss was a kiss
That held hope for a lover however amiss
Yet it was a passion, but for a moment in precious time
That ran away with the next thunder and hells lightening

Love can not always rhyme

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Space Cadet March 11, 2017 at 9:29 PM Delightful. Great poem and song here. Beautiful innocence, moving to revelation that love is a decision and not an emotion (or rhyme). -- W.

Charmaine Chircop March 10, 2017 at 12:00 PM Arthuro ..Fantastic, exceptional ending line to love,..

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders March 4, 2017 at 10:15 PM Beautiful and bittersweet...better to have loved and lost so I've heard but the pain can run deep. The last line perfectly says it all.

Andrea Dietrich March 3, 2017 at 6:57 PM Gosh, it sounds like you actually had a Brazilian lover, Arthur, so well described is this flitting romance. The last line is incredible!

Jean Murray March 3, 2017 at 4:05 PM "Love is like a butterfly" You are such a lucky guy. You had that "passion, but for a moment in precious time." Those moments are few and far between in my experience.

Paul Callus March 3, 2017 at 10:47 AM I like your creativity, Arthur. Pursuit of love can bring both sweet and sour results. // paul

Eve Roper March 2, 2017 at 11:08 PM The butterfly net doesn't always catch what your looking for Hugs

Nette Onclaud March 2, 2017 at 8:51 AM arthur, hauntingly bittersweet melody.. one of your best!..huggs Arthur Vaso March 2, 2017 at 9:11 PM You are so sweet Nette, thank you! Hugs!

Tim Smith March 1, 2017 at 3:40 PM Very striking poem Arthur Arthur Vaso March 2, 2017 at 9:10 PM Thanks Tim, hope the knee is on the mend!

Probir Gupta March 1, 2017 at 5:25 AM Inimitable ... beautiful ... Arthur Vaso March 2, 2017 at 9:10 PM Hi there Probir, thank you very much!

Darren White March 1, 2017 at 12:14 AM Love cannot always rhyme, love that true and powerful last line. Great poetry, Arthur! Arthur Vaso March 2, 2017 at 8:42 PM Thank you Darren.

Doug Vinson February 28, 2017 at 10:37 PM I can see it, Arthur. : ) And ah - who would not so pursue. Arthur Vaso March 2, 2017 at 8:42 PM Thanks Doug!