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Attempted Communication

He's sitting in the sand
In his right hand
A little stone, he lifts it high
Left hand fingers fly.

               He lets his tongue taste the weather on his skin
               Intense sensation of sunlight felt so warm within

He sings a song in words
meaningless, unheard
Sun plays in his hair
It likes it there

Children play around
him, wonder, frown
Sometimes a question there
Lands nowhere

               He lets his tongue taste the words and sound
               Rolling behind his teeth, savouring all around

They play alongside
Most together, he outside
Attempted communication
Inadequate investigation

His eyes strafe past
Too fast
Observes from corners of his eye
What do they do, and why?

               He lives inside but knows there is outside
               Incomprehensible, no matter how hard he tries

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April 13, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Marie Avatar
April 17, 2017 at 6:25 AM
You have a wonderful gift of bringing the reader into your world through poetry to 'see' and 'feel' loss in a way that genuinely changes lives. We are guided by your soulful words that enlighten and empower each of us, with an awareness and understanding we can put to good use in our own lives and communities. A profound write, beautifully expressive in ways that matter most: heart, spirit and love. It is a pleasure to read your poetry Darren:) lynnxxx
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April 17, 2017 at 9:30 AM
Thank You For the wonderful compliment Lynn :) You love my poems and that makes me happy!
Coreggia Avatar
April 13, 2017 at 11:54 AM
Darren, this is a deeply touching poem. You managed to make us see and feel from different perspectives what it is like to be trapped trying to find a way out. Amitiés
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April 13, 2017 at 12:06 PM
Anne-Marie, thank you, if I managed to do that, to make you see and feel, then I succeeded :)
Smith Avatar
April 13, 2017 at 8:27 AM
You transcended his feelings of loss of words into yours. Trapped without being able to express is difficult...Thanks for this beautiful piece.
White Avatar
April 13, 2017 at 10:05 AM
Yeah, it is still hard to put into words, but I try to show how it felt and feels :) Thanks my friend!
Chircop Avatar
April 13, 2017 at 8:13 AM
Oh to be different ..You described so well how others will look at someone out of their stereo-type..Waiting for him to see their world with their eyes,never trying to see his world with his eyes.How demanding a world can be.I am touched Darren..I have misty eyes nw.
White Avatar
April 13, 2017 at 10:01 AM
Being different is indeed like this... It's forever trying to fit into a world that is not meant for you. Thank you my friend :)
Bashiru Avatar
April 13, 2017 at 7:09 AM
Nice poem Darren
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April 13, 2017 at 9:57 AM
Thanks Ibrahim :)
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April 13, 2017 at 7:07 AM
Man Darren...this is too sad. This poem, like all that you write, really expresses the emotions you are seeing in your mind as if I am standing there, watching this entire thing play out. Talk about grabbing and squeezing someone's heart. Your poems are more than poems to me, they are real, they jump from the page and we become one with them. They live and breathe and cry and laugh. This was outstanding.
White Avatar
April 13, 2017 at 9:57 AM
Chris, Iam at a loss for words. You made me teary-eyed in a good way. If that is what my poems do to you, I feel proud :) That you can see yourself there watching! Thank you so much my friend.
Wolf Avatar
April 13, 2017 at 6:34 AM
This one is very touching my friend! I spent half my day with a little boy called Zack today who has autism, this reminds me of him a lot! But once he does get outside, man, is it hard to get him back in! Precious.
White Avatar
April 13, 2017 at 9:53 AM
Yeah, you told me about him... It's good he likes to play outside :)
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