Darren White Poet Sonnet

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My Soul To Water

In nights, in stillness those small hours
The clock’s quick hands caress me more
Than I can remember yours
Once held me close so long before

I am no lamb but still think: slaughter
Is what this is, and in despair
I turn to stone, my soul to water
You were so much, but never fair

I count the myriad smithereens
You left floating in the moonlight
Feeling in transit, Bedouin
Nowhere at home, fearing daylight

     Your warm heart was a home to me
     It’s cold now, lacks humanity

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April 12, 2017
Copyright © Darren White

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Pin Dew May 1, 2017 at 3:48 AM Wow, that was so universal.. Those feelings just got to me.. Wow..

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 12, 2017 at 10:08 PM This one left a lump in my throat Piroet. Exquisite pen. 7 and love xomo Darren White April 12, 2017 at 11:36 PM Merci beaucoup, my friend, honoured with the 7 :)

Anne-Marie Coreggia April 12, 2017 at 9:19 AM Darren, it seems your crying soul takes strength in its own fragility, and even though you may feel your heart at times cannot find a home to be solaced, know that it has deeply touched everyone who has read your poetry. As you put your 'Soul to Water' many may find an anchor for their pain to rest:) 7 Amitiés Darren White April 12, 2017 at 9:24 AM Anne-Marie, Iam so very lucky to have found so many friends who love my poetry! Thank you so much for you wonderful words :)

Anil Deo April 12, 2017 at 7:45 AM Because I can relate ... Because it's true for many ... Because your diction is fabulous ... Even because I hope in all Jesus offers so i forgive her who also 'smithereened' my heart & life, I thank her & bless her. So i cannot write such exquisite poems. WTG Darren White April 12, 2017 at 7:48 AM Thank you for your wonderful comment. And take good care of yourself!

Lin Lane April 12, 2017 at 7:07 AM In you there is much pain, but I commend you for your ability to express it in writing and give it gossamer wings to veil the suffering. I agree with Tim on the lamb line. It's exceptional, Darren. Darren White April 12, 2017 at 7:10 AM Lin, thank you so much for your wonderful words about my poem :) Gossamer wings... I love that!

Tim Smith April 12, 2017 at 6:43 AM I am no lamb but still think slaughter, that line just peeled the top off your poem...The sadness resonates throughout with makes for great reading. Darren White April 12, 2017 at 7:00 AM Thanks Tim, yes that line sets the tone for the poem, I agree with you. Thank you for liking it.

Chris Green April 12, 2017 at 6:09 AM My friend, even when the pen flows sadness, there is still a beauty in the execution and the expression of feelings and emotions. This one breaks my heart. Darren White April 12, 2017 at 6:36 AM Morning Chris, I didn't mean to break your heart. And even with poems that are deeply sad, like this one indeed is, I am always working to make a great poem, that always comes first. Thank you for your always so kind and wonderful comments.

Lisa Ricci April 12, 2017 at 4:53 AM Good Day Darren. My goodness. As a child advocate this tugs at me. May no heart or soul turn to stone or cold. May no heart or soul be fractured. Your work and ending line are over the top. It was an honor to read your words. Well done in its entirety. Darren White April 12, 2017 at 5:13 AM Yes, and you read that well, that is exactly what it is about. Thank you Lisa :) And have a very good poetic morning yourself.

Phillip Garcia April 12, 2017 at 2:30 AM I'm having the darndest time pushing the image of you falling out of bed laughing in a pomegranate nightmare long enough to waltz properly along with this beautifully composed, very deeply dark sonnet. It's wonderful, truly. So much so that I won't even mention my quibble with 8 syllable lines in sonnets (unless that counts as a quibble, in which case you just got quibbled, but unintentionally - maybe). The first line is incredible. Immediately captured full attention. Darren White April 12, 2017 at 2:42 AM Haha Phillip, but it was true, I DID almost fall out of bed because of pomegranates :D Thank you for the compliment. It is indeed difficult, 8 syllable sonnet, and it's more about the meter than the syllable count! As all true sonnets should be :P But YOUR sonnets are perfect, I learned so much from reading yours :) Sherriff out!

Sara Ella April 12, 2017 at 2:16 AM This is so heart wrenching-sad. Wonderfully written, Darren. You write from your heart <3 <3 <3 Darren White April 12, 2017 at 2:23 AM Sara my dear friend, thank you <3

Maria Williams April 12, 2017 at 2:00 AM Darren in one word Awesome!! If you havent been discovered already , you should be my friend. You are just amazing, and the fact that you are only 21, makes it even more so. An old soul for sure. Darren White April 12, 2017 at 2:07 AM I haven't been discovered yet, that is, Soupers have discovered me :D Thank you Maria, I am so happy that you love my poems.

Eileen Manassian April 12, 2017 at 1:57 AM So hauntingly sad...why does love disappoint? I loved this piece....for my heart is a Bedouin too. Hugs Darren White April 12, 2017 at 2:05 AM We both are Bedu :) Thank you, Eileen for your wonderful comment HUGS!