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Can I Dig Deep

Can I now burrow that deep hole?
     The place I know, so near the bank
                   of that one river where the leaves
                   near touch the water flowing slow.
     That is where whispers talk to wind 
                   where earthy fragrance soothes my soul

Can I dig deep, reveal the place
     that brings me sleep, that gives me peace?
                  Where ripples gently kiss my feet,
                  where flowers smile at willows sad
                  to give them strength, so tenderly.

If I sit here for this last night,
     cover my legs with stardust light,
                  can I be in this bed of clay?
                  Can I sleep there in peace, and stay?

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April 12, 2017,
Iambic tetrameter,
Copyright © Darren White

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Mahtab Bangalee June 26, 2019 at 5:31 AM great write

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 12, 2017 at 10:16 PM Elegant piece Darren, it stirs many emotions, gently, soothingly. 7 xomo

Carole Duet April 12, 2017 at 9:56 PM Wonderful poem, Darren. I love every line but I especially like: "where flowers smile at willows sad to give them strength, so tenderly." Beautiful! Darren White April 12, 2017 at 11:41 PM Carola, I am delighted that you like my poem so much :)

Doug Vinson April 12, 2017 at 6:27 PM "so near the bank of that one river where the leaves near touch the water flowing slow. That is where whispers talk to wind" = love it, Darren. : ) Darren White April 12, 2017 at 11:40 PM Thank you, and yes, I think that image is one of my own favourites too :)

Lisa Ricci April 12, 2017 at 5:51 PM Darren Darren Darren. Yes you can. You are the lion in the Wizard of Oz, you are Samson of Samson and Deliah, more importantly, you are you. This entry is over the top Darren. So very expressive with the emotive element being present. Have a great night but its probably morning for you right now. Well done in its entirety and then some. Darren White April 12, 2017 at 11:39 PM Thank you Lisa! All these wonderful compliments, I hope I won't lose my head ;) But in all seriousness, thank you from the bottom of my heart <3

Sara Ella April 12, 2017 at 5:43 PM Your poem seems peaceful :) though sad in it's finality :( I love the pictures you've created: ripples gently kiss my feet. One could actually feel the water. Lovely write my friend. Darren White April 12, 2017 at 11:38 PM I know it sounds sad, and as I already replied to Chris, it isn't my intention to make people feel sad :) Thanks my friend :)

Tim Smith April 12, 2017 at 3:25 PM So soothing a feel...adore it Darren White April 12, 2017 at 11:37 PM Yes, exactly, I know that for many it must sound horrible, but to me it is a soothing thought :)

Phillip Garcia April 12, 2017 at 1:22 PM This is beautiful, Darren. I was gonna say what Chris said, it's multi-directional yearning at its finest. Stay away from the clay on happy poem day! Darren White April 12, 2017 at 1:48 PM I promise! When is next Happy Poem Day? Next Friday? ;)

Chris Green April 12, 2017 at 1:18 PM Sounds like a final wish my friend. It is soft and lulling but dark at the same time. Still all in all, beautifully written. Darren White April 12, 2017 at 1:20 PM Hi Chris, yes it is. It is one of a series actually, with clay men, golems, digging through earth, planting seeds :) They all are separate, but each represents that yes, a final place to rest.