Darren White Poet Free verse

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Where Did It Go

I have been looking for my voice
                 It is lost
    Between my own stupidity 
            and huge walls

       storm, rain, 
               light
           ning, 
       snow
          h
        a
         i
          l

No vocal chords to help me here
stuck between tongue and teeth

Stuck between critique
and uniqueness
whatever that may be

                   Words 
                get      lost
Sentences                  disappear

A head filled with loose letters
that look at  each other in fear
                suspicious
                 avoidant

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June 30, 2017
Copyright © Darren White

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Freddie Robinson Jr. July 11, 2017 at 1:00 PM Beautiful elocution, Darren. Thought provoking poetry at it's finest. Your golden pen shines w/a bright existential gleam. Keep the love and knowledge flowing. Love and peace always. Darren White July 12, 2017 at 1:26 AM Love and peace to you too Freddie. Thank you for liking my poem.

Janis Medders Tobechi July 8, 2017 at 9:12 PM Glad to know the wonderful muse is active again. Well written. Darren White July 9, 2017 at 1:43 AM Thank you Janis :)

Gregory Richard Barden July 2, 2017 at 9:38 PM You have one of the clearest, loudest voices I know, Darren ... I am honored to know you. This is just wonderful! Darren White July 2, 2017 at 11:37 PM Greg, thank you my friend :)

Sara Ella June 30, 2017 at 11:24 PM Your voice is here in these loose letters :) Very well done, my friend. Your voice is uniquely, wonderfully you <3 Darren White July 1, 2017 at 11:09 AM Thank you my dear friend :)

Jan Allison June 30, 2017 at 11:59 AM Hey if my muse disappears and I could write a poem like this creative gem I wouldn't be too concerned - your voice may be soft and gentle at the moment but i can still hear your words:-) hugs Jan xx Darren White June 30, 2017 at 2:22 PM Woot Jan :) thank you! hugs...

Kim Rodrigues June 30, 2017 at 7:29 AM The end, yes! Fearful that we will no longer be able to write! I know it well! Darren White June 30, 2017 at 10:06 AM Yeah, the horror.... I hope it is better soon, also for you :)

Lin Lane June 30, 2017 at 7:24 AM Darren, your voice is heard, even when you whisper. Darren White June 30, 2017 at 10:06 AM Oh, I love that comment Lin, thank you :)

Tim Smith June 30, 2017 at 6:56 AM I'm playing Scrabble right along with you...Smile.only Friday : )) Darren White June 30, 2017 at 10:05 AM Scrabble with me :)

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart June 30, 2017 at 6:50 AM I can so relate to this Darren :) well penned! Darren White June 30, 2017 at 10:05 AM Thank you ma mo :)

Maria Williams June 30, 2017 at 6:27 AM Gosh Darren , if loss of a muse and voice can still produce such brilliance, then I think to myself, we must prepare to be blown away when it returns...Maria Darren White June 30, 2017 at 6:30 AM Lol Maria, you know how to soothe me :) Thank you my friend.

Ibrahim Bashiru June 30, 2017 at 6:01 AM Always a fan of your work. That have changed even now that you trying to find your voice. Good poem, can't wait to see, what your voice will be bring once its back. Darren White June 30, 2017 at 6:29 AM Ibrahim, thank you so much, shukran.

Chris Green June 30, 2017 at 5:47 AM We all fall into slumps at times but someone of your talent won't stay there long. This piece above is proof of that. Even when the ink is flowing low, yours still managed to bring amazing work to the page. Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart June 30, 2017 at 6:52 AM :) Darren White June 30, 2017 at 5:55 AM My friend, thank you. I know that I shouldn't worry so much, but in the middle of it is as if there will be no end to it...

Joanna Daniel June 30, 2017 at 5:37 AM Have been struggling myself much lately, Darren, though your voice has expressed itself very clearly:) a beautiful poem I can relate to... Darren White June 30, 2017 at 5:54 AM We all struggle sometimes, don't we? I hope you'll find yourself back with lots of wonderful poems :)

Space Cadet June 30, 2017 at 5:06 AM You've heard me talk about "finding your voice" and how this phrase is used often. Your voice is already there, with you. There's nowhere to search. Step away from the pen and paper, the computer and the books, sit and gaze at a plant and breathe. Smile in the direction of suspicious onlookers. Keep writing, your voice incredibly present and vibrant. When defining voice, the word 'critique' is used zero times. W Darren White June 30, 2017 at 5:20 AM This poem is based on the conversation you, Budgie and I were having this morning. It's that struggle I am having right now to find myself back, and the harder I fight the worse it gets. So yeah, time for some meditation and nothingness instead. Time for the wheelchair and take little Noor to school instead. But gawd, it makes me..... meh! Darren White June 30, 2017 at 5:20 AM I did the double meaning about voice, with the struggle about getting a decent reading with my own voice, which just doesn't work. Oh, and THAT's something you and I need to talk about next time LOL

White Wolf June 30, 2017 at 3:24 AM You have a booming voice, one that can shatter a page, one that can bring joy and love! Darren White June 30, 2017 at 4:48 AM You are just too kind, but I appreciate it nonetheless my friend :)