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The Walk

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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

Date: 3/19/2017 9:18:00 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.

Date: 3/19/2017 8:42:00 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

Date: 3/18/2017 12:59:00 PM

Pure Genius...a 3 for not saving any rum

Jill Spagnola

Date: 3/18/2017 5:36:00 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

Date: 3/18/2017 5:19:00 AM

It felt like an upbeat downward spiral. I've missed your writes ... hugs...

Darren White

Date: 3/18/2017 3:45:00 AM

For now I will just assume you are on your way to buy a full bottle.....

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

Date: 3/18/2017 12:50:00 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 Jennings

Date: 3/17/2017 11:27:00 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

Date: 3/17/2017 11:21:00 PM

Say it isn't so Arthur, you can buy more booze...

Arthur Vaso
Date: 3/17/2017 11:23:00 PM

oh Charlie, there is more to come here, way more!!! :)