Darren White Poet Free verse

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Cling To This Wood

In silence, a gaze skyward,
   Where a myriad toppling
      Glitters of sun dusts dance.
   Behind clutch of hands,
  Or is it bark, befuddled.
Head resting, obliterated words,

Come!           stumbled form
Forget!            lips and sound.
Remember!      legs entwined,
Hold tightly!       from behind,

As if bark on the ground.
One hand lifts a palm

Raised to the sun,   shut down
Tired eyes.                 Thoughts disjointed
Remember                    the name, a name.
Tree oh tree,                   it is the same,
Remember me,            this sore
Body was once          cogitative.

Give in, fuse!
 Cling to this wood as final.
  Hear a distant name,
    Faint familiar sound, same
     As once called, a wall
      Plummet into the sun

         Too bright, a hand closes softly painful eyes.
        Rumble of voices far away too close by
       Hands tear twigs and twines,
     Branches and leaves.
   Inside something grieves,
 And hears: it will be fine.

Safe from my tree, can’t stay.
Tree, oh tree, they set me free!

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Februari 1, 2017

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Arthur Vaso February 2, 2017 at 12:04 AM I will go out on a limb here, and simply say beautiful poem! Darren White February 2, 2017 at 12:16 AM Thanks Arthur, that limb yeah :)

Sara Ella February 1, 2017 at 8:03 PM You are free! <3 Free to shine and share your heart here with friends. Your voice is so clear and so, so strong and powerful. Darren White February 2, 2017 at 12:14 AM I am dear friend :) Thank you <3

Holly Bohto February 1, 2017 at 5:56 PM Oh Darren. I'm rubbing off on you...beautiful. I don't have time to structure right now. what a replacement.......,nnnniiicccceee. Darren White February 2, 2017 at 12:13 AM Holly, thank you! Structure not needed :)

White Wolf February 1, 2017 at 5:43 PM Duir! For a start, I love the image you chose to accommodate this poem! Now, the poem itself! Wonderfully different style I have never seen you do! And I do believe you are conquering your inner demons, one by one you shall face them all! This poem speaks to me and is unique indeed! Darren White February 2, 2017 at 12:11 AM Budgie, You are so... SO.... close! Inner and outer :) I never did this the way I did here, I agree. I made this as abstract as I possibly could.

Andrea Dietrich February 1, 2017 at 3:32 PM Not sure the meaning of it all. It's very deep, like the roots of a tree! But anyway, it was nice to read you today! Darren White February 2, 2017 at 12:11 AM Exactly that Andrea, the roots of a tree, it's strange forms. Thank you

Chris Green February 1, 2017 at 1:54 PM Whoa Darren, this was very deep, I sense a definite need in this, a longing or maybe even a fear. Not sure but still, it was very cool. Darren White February 1, 2017 at 2:03 PM Thank you, you are allowed to make it what you like to make it :)