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I have been looking for my voice It is lost Between my own stupidity and huge walls storm, rain, light ning, snow h a i l No vocal chords to help me here stuck between tongue and teeth Stuck between critique and uniqueness whatever that may be Words get lost Sentences disappear A head filled with loose letters that look at each other in fear suspicious avoidant *** June 30, 2017 Copyright © Darren White

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Niall Fulham

Date: 7/18/2017 12:03:00 PM

Hi Darren , beautiful write , ' where did it go ' well it is alive and well in your writes you are a brilliant poet thanks for sharing :)))

Darren White
Date: 7/18/2017 12:06:00 PM

Niall, thank you, that's a great compliment :)

Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 7/11/2017 1:00:00 PM

Beautiful elocution, Darren. Thought provoking poetry at it's finest. Your golden pen shines w/a bright existential gleam. Keep the love and knowledge flowing. Love and peace always.

Darren White
Date: 7/12/2017 1:26:00 AM

Love and peace to you too Freddie. Thank you for liking my poem.

Janis Thompson

Date: 7/8/2017 9:12:00 PM

Glad to know the wonderful muse is active again. Well written.

Darren White
Date: 7/9/2017 1:43:00 AM

Thank you Janis :)

Gregory Richard Barden

Date: 7/2/2017 9:38:00 PM

You have one of the clearest, loudest voices I know, Darren ... I am honored to know you. This is just wonderful!

Darren White
Date: 7/2/2017 11:37:00 PM

Greg, thank you my friend :)

Sara Ella

Date: 6/30/2017 11:24:00 PM

Your voice is here in these loose letters :) Very well done, my friend. Your voice is uniquely, wonderfully you <3

Darren White
Date: 7/1/2017 11:09:00 AM

Thank you my dear friend :)

Jan Allison

Date: 6/30/2017 11:59:00 AM

Hey if my muse disappears and I could write a poem like this creative gem I wouldn't be too concerned - your voice may be soft and gentle at the moment but i can still hear your words:-) hugs Jan xx

Darren White
Date: 6/30/2017 2:22:00 PM

Woot Jan :) thank you! hugs...

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 6/30/2017 7:29:00 AM

The end, yes! Fearful that we will no longer be able to write! I know it well!

Darren White
Date: 6/30/2017 10:06:00 AM

Yeah, the horror.... I hope it is better soon, also for you :)

Lin Lane

Date: 6/30/2017 7:24:00 AM

Darren, your voice is heard, even when you whisper.

Darren White
Date: 6/30/2017 10:06:00 AM

Oh, I love that comment Lin, thank you :)

Tim Smith

Date: 6/30/2017 6:56:00 AM

I'm playing Scrabble right along with you...Smile.only Friday : ))

Darren White
Date: 6/30/2017 10:05:00 AM

Scrabble with me :)

Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 6/30/2017 6:50:00 AM

I can so relate to this Darren :) well penned!

Darren White
Date: 6/30/2017 10:05:00 AM

Thank you ma mo :)

Maria Williams

Date: 6/30/2017 6:27:00 AM

Gosh Darren , if loss of a muse and voice can still produce such brilliance, then I think to myself, we must prepare to be blown away when it returns...Maria

Darren White
Date: 6/30/2017 6:30:00 AM

Lol Maria, you know how to soothe me :) Thank you my friend.

Ibrahim Bashiru

Date: 6/30/2017 6:01:00 AM

Always a fan of your work. That have changed even now that you trying to find your voice. Good poem, can't wait to see, what your voice will be bring once its back.

Darren White
Date: 6/30/2017 6:29:00 AM

Ibrahim, thank you so much, shukran.

Chris Green

Date: 6/30/2017 5:47:00 AM

We all fall into slumps at times but someone of your talent won't stay there long. This piece above is proof of that. Even when the ink is flowing low, yours still managed to bring amazing work to the page.

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 6/30/2017 6:52:00 AM

Darren White
Date: 6/30/2017 5:55:00 AM

My friend, thank you. I know that I shouldn't worry so much, but in the middle of it is as if there will be no end to it...

Joanna Daniel

Date: 6/30/2017 5:37:00 AM

Have been struggling myself much lately, Darren, though your voice has expressed itself very clearly:) a beautiful poem I can relate to...

Darren White
Date: 6/30/2017 5:54:00 AM

We all struggle sometimes, don't we? I hope you'll find yourself back with lots of wonderful poems :)

Space Cadet

Date: 6/30/2017 5:06:00 AM

You've heard me talk about "finding your voice" and how this phrase is used often. Your voice is already there, with you. There's nowhere to search. Step away from the pen and paper, the computer and the books, sit and gaze at a plant and breathe. Smile in the direction of suspicious onlookers. Keep writing, your voice incredibly present and vibrant. When defining voice, the word 'critique' is used zero times. W

Darren White
Date: 6/30/2017 5:20:00 AM

This poem is based on the conversation you, Budgie and I were having this morning. It's that struggle I am having right now to find myself back, and the harder I fight the worse it gets. So yeah, time for some meditation and nothingness instead. Time for the wheelchair and take little Noor to school instead. But gawd, it makes me..... meh!

Darren White
Date: 6/30/2017 5:20:00 AM

I did the double meaning about voice, with the struggle about getting a decent reading with my own voice, which just doesn't work. Oh, and THAT's something you and I need to talk about next time LOL

White Wolf

Date: 6/30/2017 3:24:00 AM

You have a booming voice, one that can shatter a page, one that can bring joy and love!

Darren White
Date: 6/30/2017 4:48:00 AM

You are just too kind, but I appreciate it nonetheless my friend :)