Darren White Poet Free verse

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Tim, again, thank you so much for your input and help, I am very grateful.

Lost Childhood -Part 2-

I am going to leaf you
     9 times leaf you
I smirk
I beam
I reach for you
          You dance around
          Intangible
     That is one!

     8 times leaf you
Little One
I lead
Come with me
          You smile
          You laugh
          Alluring as dawn
     That is two!

     7 times leaf you
          You, lively 
          so joyous 
          Banter in speech 
          I taught you
     That is three!

     6 times leaf you
Don't leave me!
Anyplace I go
  you follow
     That is four!

     5 times leaf you
Little One
  don't realize 
  our hardship
That crooked shy smile  
  protection and comfort
     That is five!

     4 times leaf you
I take your place
I shield you
Don’t show yourself
  be quiet
     That is six!

     3 times leaf you
We go
Little One, 
  seize your leaves
  we flee
Stop singing
  hush hush!
     That is seven!

     2 times leaf you
Don’t dance
  take your leaves
  fly! 
Go!
  leave me!
     That is eight!

     1 times leaf you
Yes, leave me, 
I find you, 
  wherever you are 
Little One, 
I hear you  
  in my mind 
  in my heart
Fade your voice  
  from my memory
     That is nine!

     I leaf you.

You left.

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March 5, 2017
© Darren White

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Gregory Richard Barden June 13, 2017 at 8:12 PM Wonderfully heart-wrenching and exquisitely poignant ... I would love to know the story someday, my friend, should you learn to trust me with it. I know that is earned. Beautiful. <3 Darren White June 14, 2017 at 3:48 AM I will tell you the story.... one day ...... Promise <3

Maurice Yvonne March 8, 2017 at 8:33 AM Well done on to number 3...a great write. Darren White March 8, 2017 at 8:37 AM Thank you Maurice.

White Wolf March 6, 2017 at 6:45 PM Very meticulous, (even your photo has nine leaves!) I still have a few more to read before leaving a comment! But I must say I adore your work, Duir /|\ Darren White March 6, 2017 at 11:32 PM Thanks my friend :)

Alexis Y. March 6, 2017 at 9:51 AM Hi Darren, I agree with the others below, this reads like a sinster game. Nonetheless it was well written. Bravo to you for being the voice for some little boy or girl who hasn't found their own voice. A without a doubt seven- Alexis Darren White March 6, 2017 at 10:13 AM Thank you for your kind comments, Alexis.

Chris Green March 6, 2017 at 8:06 AM There still rings a sadness in this though I believe it is hidden by something fun, a distraction of sorts to pass the time and take thoughts in a different direction. Nicely done my friend. Darren White March 6, 2017 at 8:12 AM You see that right. He had/has this ability to bring light into darkness.

Carole Duet March 5, 2017 at 10:06 PM Sounds like a rather sinister game to me but I'm not sure. Is this from the perspective of the abuser? So strange...but almost hypnotic. Darren White March 5, 2017 at 11:02 PM It is a game with a dark undertone indeed, but it is between me and him.

Janis Medders Tobechi March 5, 2017 at 11:53 AM I see behind the words and count the times this cunning person leafed the child. This hurts very much and it is extremely deeply expressed well. Darren White March 5, 2017 at 2:08 PM This does hurt very much, you are very perceptive, Janis. Thank you.

Tim Smith March 5, 2017 at 8:34 AM I leaf this little game..i can so picture the bond being formed...a fav Darren White March 5, 2017 at 8:38 AM Thank you so much! He was (is) a funny one, full of life :)

Sara Ella March 5, 2017 at 5:03 AM Oh Darren, this is a haunting poem that hides behind a game. A favorite <3 <3 <3 Darren White March 5, 2017 at 5:22 AM Tim helped me rewrite the original :)

Lisa Ricci March 5, 2017 at 5:00 AM Good Morning Darren. I will not pretend I understand the deep meaning behind this gorgeous piece of poetry for the meaning heart and soul belong to you and always shall. What I do know and see is poetry and beyond. May no child be lost in any way. Bless the Little One. Allow me to say it was an honor to turn to your page this morning. Darren White March 5, 2017 at 5:24 AM Morning Lisa. It is a very difficult series for me to write, because it is about myself. Therefore it is important to me to write as abstract as I possibly can, whilst still produce a piece of good poetry. Your remark proves that I chose the right approach :) Yes, bless the Little One indeed. Thank you so much.