Arthur Vaso Poet Free verse

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The Walk

Tired of it all
The bottle empty did fall
On the third floor
I looked out
Skeptical
Of the distance
Fatal or just painful?

I have had enough pain
Looking out, it began
To rain
For my final walk
I took an umbrella
I was that kinda fella

Strolling down the avenues and streets
The bridge called Freedom nearing my weary feet
I walked up and halfway across
Looking at the darkness swirling in my head
The river I am sure would consume me dead

So I jumped

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Paul Callus March 19, 2017 at 9:18 AM A landing on water is better than on hard ground, Arthur! Yet I believe that your umbrella will save the day! Now let me see The Walk 2. // paul

Freddie Robinson Jr. March 19, 2017 at 8:42 AM Great poem, Arthur! I have a different view (blotting out the pic of course) than my talented poet brethren and sisters. I say that bottle was pure artesian water. The mind was sober but the heart was heavy ... weighed down ready for the river drop. Love your dark theme of suicide. Very powerful and intense poem. Will read the rest of course to see how it all turns out for our protagonist. A 7 all day long. Love and more love to you and yours.

Tim Smith March 18, 2017 at 12:59 PM Pure Genius...a 3 for not saving any rum

Jill Spagnola March 18, 2017 at 5:36 AM 7++ for making my heart sink! I myself being also afflicted with the human condition have shared the emotions you straight up nail without wasting a word. Powerful piece Arthur. A different Vaso style that 'just works!" "Winners lose sometimes but never quit...they don't quit"~~someone famous lol.....:), jill

Casarah Nance March 18, 2017 at 5:19 AM It felt like an upbeat downward spiral. I've missed your writes ... hugs...

Darren White March 18, 2017 at 3:45 AM For now I will just assume you are on your way to buy a full bottle.....

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders March 18, 2017 at 12:50 AM While reading this, I was thinking I should be worried but quickly changed my mind. It seems there's more to this poem than suicide. That would be unoriginal for a poet like you. Since my poem gave you a smile, I'm guessing you are NOT suicidal. Thanks for the visit BTW. I was unsure about my poem. It's not my usual, for sure! :) xx Rhonda

CayCay Godwin March 17, 2017 at 11:27 PM I don't know what to say, or ask! No one intent on death would carry an umbrella, would they? Oh, you can't tell me, your river bait! Well, your poem provoked me, my disbelief and my humor! I am sure death doesn't require an umbrella, plus who wants to die when they have chocolate unconsumed? Oh, the wanderings of minds, to me that's what this is about. I should know, mine's out all the time, wandering but never lost. Well, twice. Poetry hugs ... CayCay

Charlie Smith March 17, 2017 at 11:21 PM Say it isn't so Arthur, you can buy more booze... Arthur Vaso March 17, 2017 at 11:23 PM oh Charlie, there is more to come here, way more!!! :)