Darren White Poet Free verse

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Adagio

He sits
      Head     low
      Hands  raise       
           slowly         
        to his eyes
      

Aimed at unseen
                 futures
                             rawly lived      
                 pasts
                             how to              
                 survive

Music in his mind
  He rises
    stands allongé
      jumps and lands
        petite allegro,
      turns
   and pirouettes


in search of that          window
                  or that          door
                      intensified


                 Bounces 
                                off
                                  white
                                       soft
                                        walls
                          wails, screams
                     silent sentences to
                            invisible people

Drops to his knees

                The unnoticed tornado
                        whirlwind raging
                              without any
                                    spoken
                                    word
                                  curls
                               him
                          to a
  little ball
 until inner
     hope
      dies

    adagio

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May 24, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White

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Patricia Cresswell September 8, 2017 at 10:56 AM This is a delicately, powerful piece. The dance, in my mind, moves smoothly through sifting emotions and carry the reaser along. Darren White September 9, 2017 at 1:02 AM Patricia, thank you. I used to be a dancer, and I love to write about it.

Maria Williams May 28, 2017 at 5:36 AM Brilliant in its sadness which is very apparent Dear Darren. the formation of the words and the music all go together to make it more so. Maria 7++ Darren White May 28, 2017 at 6:11 AM Yes, it is the sadness of losing the most important part of my life, at that given time. Writing about it puts it in its place, and gives it its proper reward, a poem :)

Freddie Robinson Jr. May 25, 2017 at 10:18 AM Your brilliance shines, Darren! Such a creative poem, both visually and emotionally. It makes the heart think. Didn't hear the music, will come back to this poem w/headphones. Great poetry. 7! Love always, bruh. Darren White May 25, 2017 at 10:28 AM Thanks Freddie :) Also for the 7! Love to you too :)

Anne-Marie Coreggia May 25, 2017 at 7:37 AM To be honest, this one with the music in the background immediately made me cry. This is a remarkable poem Darren so filled with despair, and the shapes on the page, the life now inaccessible, accentuate that despair. A fave for sure mon ami qui est un vrai génie! I don't write the 7s anymore but know that they keep 'raining':) Amitiés Darren White May 25, 2017 at 7:45 AM Wowow :) Je ne suis pas un génie, but thank you for the wonderful compliment, mon amie!

Sara Ella May 25, 2017 at 5:59 AM All the despair in this one, Darren This is so powerful and sad. I can see the twists and turns in your words too! Love it <3 Darren White May 25, 2017 at 6:32 AM Thanks Sara <3 Glad you saw the special placement of certain words.

Arthur Vaso May 25, 2017 at 12:05 AM Very artistic and loved the music!!! Darren White May 25, 2017 at 12:33 AM Yes, Max Richter is one of the best composers/performers for film music. Thanks :)

Andrea Dietrich May 24, 2017 at 6:24 PM very unique. I love how you played with the shapes, especially the way it resembled a tornado on that one part!! SEVEN Darren White May 24, 2017 at 11:36 PM Yes, it was a tornado, twice, the first one upside down, thank you :)

Maurice Yvonne May 24, 2017 at 6:09 PM Wow, wow, wow! Shape, words, form all of it impressive. A Fav! Darren White May 24, 2017 at 11:35 PM Thank you so very much, a fav wow :)

Carole Duet May 24, 2017 at 2:52 PM Sadness, despair, lonliness, and hopelessness personified. Almost more than I can stand....Wonderfully expressed, Darren. Tearsss.... Darren White May 24, 2017 at 2:57 PM Thank you Carole, I am honoured that I managed to evoke emotions in you

Seren Roberts May 24, 2017 at 2:50 PM Darren you used an artists pallette of words to convey this masterpiece. absolutely brilliant.....Seren Darren White May 24, 2017 at 2:54 PM Owww Seren, thank you! :) I always hope someome sees I try to paint with words, and you see it, and that makes me happy :)

Phillip Garcia May 24, 2017 at 2:36 PM This is grade A bad ass. Look at the getting Sheriff down. Might have to promote you to the mayor or something. I love how it just seems to explode out of a low crouch at the beginning into something marvelous. Cool stuff Darren White May 24, 2017 at 2:46 PM Sheriff is honoured! Yeah, it was indeed meant to explode halfway, but what's in my mind is of course not always understandable for others :) Thanks PG :)

Tim Smith May 24, 2017 at 1:32 PM amazing ... that is all... amazing Darren White May 24, 2017 at 1:50 PM Thanks Tim :)

Heidi Sands May 24, 2017 at 1:05 PM Very cool poem Darren :) Darren White May 24, 2017 at 1:12 PM Thanks so much Heidi :D

Chris Green May 24, 2017 at 12:41 PM I don't know which I enjoyed more, the poem or the shapes you have created with your words and lines. Such wonderful curves and flowing visions and the poem just flows along. Really cool talented friend Darren White May 24, 2017 at 12:51 PM It's my way of dancing :) Trying to give that feeling of motion, from start to finish. If I managed to give you that, I succeeded :)