Darren White Poet Sonnet

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Invisible Walls

"Sitteth Peschiera, fortress fair and strong, 
To front the Brescians and the Bergamasks, 
Where round about the bank descendeth lowest. 

There of necessity must fall whatever 
In bosom of Benaco cannot stay,  
And grows a river down through verdant pastures. 

Soon as the water doth begin to run, 
No more Benaco is it called, but Mincio, 
Far as Governo, where it falls in Po."

-From: Dante's "Inferno"
(the Italian is written in Terza Rima)

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My Castle, strong, its walls so high and thick
Small windows with high sills
No one comes in, no one leaves, when I am sick
and tired of escaping his thrills

Far away the green meets the blue, a river
as a small ribbon meets the sky
I push everything else away, only a sliver
remains. Only beauty meets my eye

I fight my lonely fight beyond invisible walls
Over my head they wet their swords
From each sundown till the end of nightfall
I can only beat them with my words

     Words, sharp and strong as ice
     Words, mild, loving and wise...

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April 12, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White

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Messoh Vincent May 8, 2017 at 1:14 AM For sure your words warrant this war... words strong as ice, Words mild loving and wise........ I love this Darren # 7 Darren White May 8, 2017 at 1:21 AM Thank you very much, also for the 7 :)

Debbie Duncan April 20, 2017 at 2:37 PM nicely done :) Darren White April 21, 2017 at 12:28 AM Thank you :)

Sara Ella April 15, 2017 at 2:54 PM Strong as ice <3 I imagine these walls as a good defense and yet I am so glad that you have your words now. They are so effectual. Darren White April 17, 2017 at 2:07 PM Thanks my dear friend <3

Doug Vinson April 14, 2017 at 2:46 PM “What is to give light must endure burning.” -- Victor Frankl Darren White April 14, 2017 at 11:41 PM I agree with Frankl, on other aspects as well. Thanks Doug.

Kim Rodrigues April 13, 2017 at 9:15 AM Wonderful! Darren White April 13, 2017 at 10:12 AM Thanks, Kim.

Tim Smith April 13, 2017 at 8:44 AM I am sensing a theme today... Sometimes we think we can't escape...Look around beauty is everywhere Darren White April 13, 2017 at 10:12 AM Hi Tim :) Yes you are right. I think that writing about that castle helps to slowly tear it down, at least that is the intention of the poem.

Chris Green April 13, 2017 at 7:13 AM Words can be weapons or they can be cures...they can create peace or they can create war. Your words create harmony it seems and it sounds so good Darren White April 13, 2017 at 10:10 AM Yes, they create harmony. My castle was a place of fiction that I created when I was small, and I go there when life is hard. My words are slowly replacing that need to run and hide there. So it's a positive poem.

Maria Williams April 13, 2017 at 5:10 AM If each one of us could find a way of giving back to the world, what we take out of it, then some of the problems at least would be solved. You have found a way through your beautiful poetry. Your words are both loving, wise and strong as ice. This one is a Winner. A7+++ Darren White April 13, 2017 at 5:16 AM Thank you, Maria, you are always so generous and kind with your words, and I am happy you love my poetry, also thank you for the 7+++ :)

White Wolf April 13, 2017 at 3:52 AM That end couplet is the icing on this gleaming cake! Thank you for a wonderful taste! Stunning, Duir! Darren White April 13, 2017 at 4:16 AM Thanks Budgie, you always encoyrage me so much, Luv you bro :)