Darren White Poet Enclosed Rhyme

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Mocha Parfait

When I wake up, you'll be there
Warm mocha eyes, café au lait
On cold days. On warm: parfait
On rippling breeze of wind, air claire
                               In gliding streams of sundust words
                               I see inside the one you are
                               The one so near, so very far
                               Smithereens of you, carried by birds
      Perfection, it does not exist
      You are, I am, nous sommes
      Each other's imperfection balm:
      Completing what the other's misses
                       Each time I sleep, you're with me
                       I revel in your familiar wheeze
                       I add mine too, one wheezing breeze
                       Lovely and (im)parfait, across the sea

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March 24, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White

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Lisa Ricci March 25, 2017 at 5:05 AM Oh Darren. Good Morning. You beautiful soul you and poet. "Each other's imperfection balm: Completing what the other's misses" are you kidding me Darren with such truth and wisdom. Allow me to let your entry stand. You are amazing. Have a wonderful morning. Darren White March 25, 2017 at 6:15 AM Thank you so much Lisa :) We all complete each other, no one is a standalone version, even if we sometimes think we are. You are amazing too, always so happy to see you!

Nette Onclaud March 25, 2017 at 4:21 AM very visual work of art.. i like this one, darren..huggs Darren White March 25, 2017 at 4:47 AM Thank you so much Nette :)

White Wolf March 25, 2017 at 1:52 AM A very scrumptious write, Duir! Is there nothing you can't write about? Haha. White Wolf March 25, 2017 at 5:00 AM Haha, I bet ya can! /|\ Darren White March 25, 2017 at 4:47 AM I can also write abourt subjects Soup doesn't want me to write about lol, thanks Budgie.

Sanket Jain March 24, 2017 at 8:39 PM Very nice poem. Very nice loving touch could be felt. You are perfectly right when you said Perfection dies not exist. I do agree with you. I am happy and inspired by your comments. My poems are on different sites and are being acknowledged. You are the the first one on this site. So big big big THANK YOU.?? Darren White March 25, 2017 at 1:18 AM Thank YOU :) Commenting on other people's poems is always a good way to let them know you're out there, ready with your poems!

Doug Vinson March 24, 2017 at 6:35 PM Hi Darren. "In gliding streams of sundust words" OKAY have you been reading Chris Green poems? : P (And those desserts look unspeakably good.) +1 for use of "smithereens" as it's getting to be an "old-time" word. Doug Vinson March 25, 2017 at 7:14 PM I'm hip, Daddy-O. :P Darren White March 25, 2017 at 1:21 AM The desserts? That's what mocha parfait looks like. Parfait has a double meaning in my poem, it means "perfect" but in the picture it's icecream :) Darren White March 25, 2017 at 1:20 AM Hahaha Doug, as a matter of fact, YES! Are you psychic? ;) Oh, and if you could scan my poems, you'd see I use words like "smithereens" and "myriad" faaaar too often :D

Charmaine Chircop March 24, 2017 at 12:47 PM Aw love the mocha eyes..Extremely romantic and so beautiful.A fave. Darren White March 24, 2017 at 12:50 PM Thank you!!! I love that :D

Tim Smith March 24, 2017 at 10:57 AM So beautiful Darren White March 24, 2017 at 11:01 AM Thanks Tim :)

Chris Green March 24, 2017 at 10:02 AM Sweet and delicious my friend. This is quite the poetic dessert. :) Darren White March 24, 2017 at 10:23 AM And quite yummie too, I can guarantee you :) Thank you my friend.