Arthur Vaso Poet Verse

The Darkness

Flowers
Flagrant Inspiration
Spring rains soft
Love strolls
Black death

Dancing
Butterflies singing
Life a flutter
Songs only beginning
Black Death

Frolicking gardens
Beer flowing in fountains
Youth teases, curves and tinsel 
Three angels in the corner, sleeping
Black Death

Tranquility
Softer than feathered pillows
Peacefulness
The final glimpse through wrinkled curtain
Black death

Rose’s red
Ring around the rosie
Skipping glee abounds
Yet over there in the closet
Black death

The path in the forest
Dark and misty
Winding and twisty
Maps hold no comfort nor key
Black death

The last
The final
The end
Inside the darkness

Until.........

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Robert Heemstra March 12, 2016 at 7:35 PM Always seems to be darkness in the woods! And the ending was the real cliffhanger! "Until......"

Nette Onclaud March 10, 2016 at 1:24 PM ohh, a mix of dark and tenderness, arthur... love this astonishing piece..huggs

Charmaine Chircop March 10, 2016 at 2:17 AM Cont- this is my longest comment ever..But I had to appreciate what you did with your verses and how you interwinded them together..Such is the cycle of life...There are younf kids who never experienced the joy of youth due to consequences in their life,yet there are others close to that death curtain yet their life is still a park and a stage.Picnic anytime -Shakespeare : ). A fave of course..and a comment break. Exceptional Masterpiece.Going to play hopskotch nw : )

Jan Allison March 10, 2016 at 2:17 AM incredibly deep and dark Arthur fabulous imagery:-) hugs Jan xx Charmaine Chircop March 10, 2016 at 2:20 AM Three poems from one..the onr you ve written and another two....I grant you p.o.d.y : )

Charmaine Chircop March 10, 2016 at 2:12 AM Cont - Flowers,Spring rains soft.Love strolls, Dancing butterflies singing.Like a flutter-songs only beginning. Frolicking gardens,Beer flowing in fountains.Youth teases curves and tinsel.Tranquility ,softer than feathered pillows.Peacefulness ! Rose's red- ring around the rosie,skipping glee abounds...Thec path in the forest. The last the final,the end. Another poem in your poem..And Ican see youth and joy,darkness and death ..And the poet must lie somewhere close to death yet so close to life

Charmaine Chircop March 10, 2016 at 2:04 AM Flagrant inspirations /blk death/ three angels in the corner sleeping ,blk death ! /the final glimpse through wrinkled curtain ,blk death/Over there in the closet,blk death !The path in the forest,dark and misty,winding and twisty,Maps holdk no comfort nor key,blk death!,The last,the final,the end inside the darkness ..Until...Oh I could find this dark poem in a poem ...Then -

Dr. Upma A. Sharma March 10, 2016 at 12:37 AM Dark n absolutely deep Arthur.. a super 7 for this...

Constance La France March 9, 2016 at 9:14 PM Arthur, oh so deep and dark, and so beautifully penned, I am loving this 7 ~

Casarah Nance March 9, 2016 at 9:02 PM wow...I'm on edge and inspired....

Tim Smith March 9, 2016 at 7:51 PM With every step we take Black Death does loom but we must forget about that and enjoy all the beauty that surrounds us...excellent Arthur Tim Smith March 9, 2016 at 9:43 PM Going into overtime against the Blues now!! Arthur Vaso March 9, 2016 at 9:39 PM Thanks Tim, You have the Hawks, me I got nothing! LOL