Darkest Soil

Materialize before my eyes:
Amorphous clumps of clay 
In puddles of brown broth
Walk around with empty mouths
That house ravens of despair
Silent stupidity and empty
Sockets follow blindly 
A path hewn ages before 
They even existed in weary
Acceptance of fate unavoidable.
                                  And I follow slowly;
                                  Crawl on elbows;
                                  Claw with hands that grab
                                  Mud as a last rope 
                                  To pull me away from
                                  Emptiness shown on
                                  Their faces while they step over 
                                  Me in strange indifference 
                                  To continue their way
                    My head rests on hands
                    slick and silt with tears
                    spilt for their mute life
                    where words have no 
                    weight but what is put
                    in one outpour of grief
They say from darkest soil
Lightest flowers grow
Salty water sprinkles
Where my knees touch
My lips softly kiss
Lovingly, in hope.

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March 11, 2017
Copyright © Darren White

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Leah Powell

Date: 3/20/2017 8:15:00 PM

I love this! It is so beautiful and meaningful. I LOVE IT SO MUCH!! Thank you for writing this poem.

Darren White
Date: 3/21/2017 12:54:00 AM

Venna, thank you so much! I am glad that it carries meaning for you :)

Sara Ella

Date: 3/12/2017 4:10:00 PM

Darren, there is so much to this poem that I keep coming back to it. You write so well that I keep finding more with each read. This reminds me of the lost children, children without voices. <3

Darren White
Date: 3/13/2017 1:08:00 AM

It's a theme in more of my poems, so yeah, it's recurring. <3

Anne-Marie Coreggia

Date: 3/12/2017 9:35:00 AM

Darren, I loved this deeply layered poem that treads through our empty world with lucid poetic thoughts.

Darren White
Date: 3/12/2017 10:02:00 AM

You've seen that well. It's a theme, these creatures, you'll find them in more of my poems. Thank you :)

Doug Vinson

Date: 3/11/2017 8:27:00 PM

Reminds me of "A Land of Mud and Golems," Darren . I guess, as they say, that hope springs eternal.

Darren White
Date: 3/11/2017 11:58:00 PM

YES! Doug, you nailed it, they belong together :)

Arthur Vaso

Date: 3/11/2017 6:22:00 PM

This is such beautiful poetry! Why there are rumors a genius actually wrote this!! :)

Darren White
Date: 3/11/2017 11:59:00 PM

I really don't know, thanks Art :)

Phillip Garcia

Date: 3/11/2017 2:20:00 PM

"A path hewn ages before They even existed in weary Acceptance of fate unavoidable" - wow. There's so much depth in this poem I feel like I barely scratched the surface in understanding. Brilliantly done, Sheriff. Sorry I missed happy Wednesday and festive Friday. I was bogged down in writing legal pleadings (poorly) - but I wanted to tell you that in a court document I wrote Wednesday I said "she conjures allegorically pedantic nonsense" which I believe counts as happy poetry :)

Darren White
Date: 3/11/2017 2:30:00 PM

It counts as happy poetry in my books yeah, we will have more happy Wednesdays where you will participate. We all have life that interferes. Sheriff approves :)