Darren White Poet Free verse

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A Softer Curveball

He ran the world and when he thought of stopping,
the race track played another trick on him.
His wild hair halo 'round a face, with beads
of fine salt tickle, tease.  They run down his neck.
Then, as evening entered on the blood orange
gravel, and nebula witches whirled upon the
green grass, he stopped and stayed and stared.
Alone there, he dropped the manly guise,
his gait a slow lush grace with careful steps.
His arms gracefully wrapped around the one,
that during daytime, always will be known as he,
but night throws softer curveballs at her.
A shy butterfly, stepped out of a soft cocoon,
ready to step back into a life of caterpillar.

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January 17, 2017

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Claudia Polydoro January 17, 2017 at 7:27 PM Loved this one, Darren!!! :) Darren White January 18, 2017 at 2:09 AM Thank you Clau <3

White Wolf January 17, 2017 at 6:42 PM Mate, do I love your poetry! This one was a little over my head, but I loved the way it read! Darren White January 18, 2017 at 2:08 AM I normally don't explain poems, for once I will. If you look at the butterfly and know what it stands for, you'll see the very gentle way I am trying to address a poetic transgender (or gender fluid) issue :)

Holly Bohto January 17, 2017 at 10:39 AM Reminds me of Virginia Wolfe Prose. Where your eyes flicker back and forth sideways to absorb the meaning in this write. I love that kind of action.:) Darren White January 17, 2017 at 11:03 AM If that is how you read it, Holly, then I succeeded :) Thank you!