Darren White Poet Free verse

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A Land of Mud and Golems

My arms no longer carry me,
And wheels replaced my legs.
In faraway memories a child still lives,
that as a grey rodent encircles me.

In obscure dreams he emerges:
Occasionally plays the violin with
hesitant, timid strokes,
faltering, wavering courage.

And from the corners of my eyes, 
I see him dance in budding spring sunlight,
that sets his ringlets aflame
while he pirouettes past.

My mouth found speech again
In shy attempts with special friends
But in the loudness of their words
this soft sound breaks down

This baffling world of communication 
fails my ears and eyes
in feeble attempts to see beyond
the mystifying facade of statue-like people

My dreams are colonized by faceless creatures
occasionally sorrowful, or enraged.
They walk around me in sorrow, they lost love
and life, they live in me eternally

I do not think I am alive, I think I am not dead
There is a land of mud and golems
walking past with silent screams in open mouths
Forever walking past in circles

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Arthur Vaso February 22, 2017 at 7:08 PM The land of Septembers, were the past and the present become one, If you were blind, I would think you carry the vision of humanity within your heart. You see and ear and understand more than many I know! :) Darren White February 22, 2017 at 11:16 PM Your words Arthur, as always, they give me a warm feeling inside. You're such a wonderful friend... So much humanity in you...

Arthur Vaso February 22, 2017 at 7:02 PM I feel every drop of emotion in every word, if only Galmi could take you under her wings and make you fly! Darren White February 22, 2017 at 11:16 PM oh, how i wish that. Sometimes I dream I can fly.

Claudia Polydoro February 22, 2017 at 6:05 PM An amazing poem, my sweet friend... you'll always have your wonderful poetry and us by your side... love you Darren White February 22, 2017 at 11:19 PM Hi my friend :) Love you too <3

Lynn Marie February 21, 2017 at 11:19 PM This is probably one of the most openly raw emotion filled pieces of yours I have read so far Darren. You beautifully express the frustrations and challenges of the world within which you live. Really a powerful write :-) The internet gets a bad rap yet through you, I clearly see the positives, for you, and us too, to be able to learn and understand through your resilience. You are such an amazing talented young man, now I need to go read a limerick of Jan's :-) :-) blessings, lynn Darren White February 22, 2017 at 1:01 AM Hahahaha, Mr. Allison yeah, that's me :D Lynn Marie February 21, 2017 at 11:36 PM ..you are an old soul mr. allison :-):-) Darren White February 21, 2017 at 11:28 PM Lynn, I think you have understood that well... Go read limericks and poop poems :) But always remember: whatever I write (and I almost always write from experience) I write to create a little piece of poetry as good as I can. That's my main goal. Thank you so much for your understanding and empathy. xx

Kim Rodrigues February 21, 2017 at 12:48 PM I hear your pain, friend. One lady at church has been in a chair since she was 16. She recently lost her dog helper and looked so lost. Not an easy life to lead. Now many pics on fb show her enjoying the beach with her husband. Blessings. Kim Rodrigues February 21, 2017 at 10:03 PM That is practically everything :) Darren White February 21, 2017 at 12:53 PM Thank you Kim :) Sometimes it is not easy, but I have my friends and my poetry and that's something wonderful.

Carolyn Devonshire February 21, 2017 at 11:42 AM A compelling poem, Darren. You create quite an image of "statue-like people." The creatures in the above photo remind me a bit of the statues on Easter Island. Very clever poem! Darren White February 21, 2017 at 12:50 PM Indeed, they do, you are right. Those statues with wide open mouths in silence... Thank you :)

Joshua Dusome February 21, 2017 at 10:04 AM This is incredible, it captures the exact feeling I am trying to convey in a fugue for class. Amazing writing. Darren White February 23, 2017 at 2:39 AM You're a musician? Composer? Darren White February 21, 2017 at 10:08 AM Thank you so much! I remember you, the poet of the boy and girl walking away together. ... :)

Chris Green February 21, 2017 at 9:54 AM Wow Darren, this is so deep and intriguing. Like a fantasy world that leans more towards the darkness than the light. This is an amazing piece of poetry, your creativity shines in this. "This baffling world of communication fails my ears and eyes in feeble attempts to see beyond the mystifying facade of statue-like people" Wow Darren White February 21, 2017 at 10:10 AM Thanks for your wonderful words my friend. Yes, a dark fantasy underworld. :)