Darren White Poet Free verse

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Waves So High

In this wild sea                                             I grab the flotsam,
                           harshly heaved,
                                                                         waves so high
                 that up is down               and my arms fatigued.

                              So free
                      At last unfettered
              And the only woe I have is:
        Will my                              arms hold?
       Will this                                    board stay in one piece?
         Will I finally                                 immerse, drown, go down?
            The night above,              constellation in consternation,
                     in gloomy twilight dark as icy sea below.
                             Their light a callous last reminder.
                                        Cold-bloodedly cruel

   Once was a time
               I prayed that love would salvage me,
                              that sea and beach
                                         would only be there
                                               for me to harvest shells
                                                   and sing my love in sandy painted words.
                                                    The moon a beaming mouth
                                                   of merciful compassion,
                                               a little boat too far to reach
                                     but comforting, lulling me to
                    sleep so deep, so deep.

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April 29, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White

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Lisa Ricci April 30, 2017 at 11:44 AM Dear Darren. You had me at the title. The waves and all her being of the sea will salvage you. When you can not be there in person to witness her have her in your mind. Your work is amazing. Have a wonderful night. Well done completely and entirely. Darren White April 30, 2017 at 11:51 AM Thank you so much Lisa :) The sea is always with me.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 30, 2017 at 2:28 AM Wow. 7! xomo :) Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart April 30, 2017 at 9:36 AM Indeed :) Darren White April 30, 2017 at 2:30 AM Like a painting, isn't it mo? :) Thanks!

Kim Rodrigues April 29, 2017 at 8:47 PM So beautiful and in form also!!! Darren White April 29, 2017 at 10:52 PM Thank you Kim :)

Andrea Dietrich April 29, 2017 at 5:06 PM Wow, VERY nice one, Darren. I love how you patterned it to even look like the waves. You are writing at your best here, Darren!! Darren White April 29, 2017 at 10:51 PM Thanks, Andrea, for the compliment!

Elizabeth Kinch April 29, 2017 at 10:26 AM This is definitely going in my favorites. So creatively expressed. Love the formation, you should be immensely proud of this write Darren. 7+++ Darren White April 29, 2017 at 10:28 AM What a wonderful comment, Elizabeth, thank you so much :)

Tim Smith April 29, 2017 at 8:51 AM A. Beautiful creation my friend...I love it ..a fav Darren White April 29, 2017 at 10:06 AM Thanks Tim :) Also for the fav!

Miraj Raha April 29, 2017 at 8:15 AM Loved the metaphor, you carried it from start to finish with style, only a brilliant poet like you could achieve this Darren.Loved it to bits and again the metaphor was immaculate. Darren White April 29, 2017 at 8:20 AM Thank you so much for this wonderful comment Miraj.

Maria Williams April 29, 2017 at 7:19 AM Beautiful picture, Beautifully wave cast in the word depiction Darren - I was wondering what you were doing surfing in the dark - Then I realized Phew! lucky you were only having a dream. Super 7 on all counts Darren White April 29, 2017 at 7:25 AM Thanks Maria :) It's mostly metaphorically speaking, but yeah, no surfing for me in the middle of the night with my wheelchair ;) And thank you for another 7!

Lin Lane April 29, 2017 at 7:12 AM Darren, no wave will ever be so high that it will pull you down. Your phrases are emotional life preservers...comparing the beach to "sandy painted words" and the moon as a mouth that would become a safe haven, a rescue boat. You may be young but your expressions and feelings are anciently wise. Darren White April 29, 2017 at 7:18 AM Thank you so very much Lin, also for seeing what I did to the moon, including the boat... I was wondering if anyone would notice :)

Anne-Marie Coreggia April 29, 2017 at 6:33 AM Your poetry has a powerful ebb and flow to it. It is art, music and words wrapped in a graceful but painful dance where the printed word dares to let go of the flotsam and sail even when the heart still clings for dear life. A superb poem my friend that goes in my favorites:) Amitiés Darren White April 29, 2017 at 6:43 AM Thank you so very much my friend. I love it how you interpret my poem, and yes, the heart indeed does. Thank you for the fave.

Amy Sullivan April 29, 2017 at 4:58 AM Loved it. elegantly written Darren! Darren White April 29, 2017 at 5:19 AM Thank you very much, Amy :)