Trembling with fear
In the depth of night
But no "I'm scared"
Was ever in sight
Mind dizzyingly racing
In the wake of day
But "I'm anxious"
I dared not say
Weight of the world
On my chest
"I'm worried" was not
Uttered to the rest
Spiteful daggers
Pierced my skin
While the "I'm hurt"
Remained within
Empty promises
Suffocated with blame
"I'm angry" lost,
Replaced with shame
Achievements abundant
With fear, I leapt
The "I'm proud"
Inside I kept
Efforts unrecognised
Or simply ignored
Saying "I'm disappointed"
I could not afford
Unsure and confused
Blurred direction
Yet no "I'm lost" or
Communal reflection
Starry nights
Lost in an embrace
But even "I'm happy"
Was a hidden case
So many words crushing
This heart of mine
So they could soar freely
Hearing "I'm fine"
Categories:
dizzyingly, dark, deep, depression, lost,
Form: Free verse
Ripples from a rain fill a bowl of passion.
Small ducks quacking in a waddled fashion.
A light breeze blew across the soft fur.
The brown beach beckons for one to occur.
Making stained-glass-like hand gesture.
As a stepping stone leading to a joy banner.
To the sky, a foreboding twilight blue.
The cleft is ruffled and tossed through.
Marigolds remain in the midst of serenity.
Shrinkage of the feeble results in nullity.
With mother's thinking resolves all hope.
To the summit of a dizzyingly steep slope.
In the shape of a duck cloud, it is resting.
Fields are flung at the worst of the gathering.
I finally started by plucking a vibrant blossom.
I went up the tower, like a gentle heirloom.
They're diminishing, like dewdrops on grain.
Against a red sky, lost echoes suck up the pane.
Written: April 13, 2022
Categories:
dizzyingly, analogy, appreciation, passion, rain,
Form: Rhyme
Brilliantly Blue Sky with Wispy Wondering Nebulous Cumulus Clouds
A bench. The scarred magpie
Emblematic
The dull thud of realisation
Easily mistaken for a heartbeat
And our conversation;
Itself a Venn diagram of times very non linearity
Our elliptical orbit spun me dizzyingly to it's furthest reaches and back again
Events of a million years ago fondly remembered
But for you and I
Only yesterday
Categories:
dizzyingly, love,
Form: Classicism
Fastening my grip on you, throwing my head up high
Where colours fight in sunlight bright enough to blind me
Vortices, one after another, dizzyingly
maelstroms of words disappear unspoken
Will they drown me
those waves, will they drown me
can I come up and breathe again?
can I hold on and survive?
Waves
riding the board with you
blue sky opens to warm glow of the sunlight
from where I am the shore is near
I relax, while you steer
small waves rippling lulling me to sleep
***
August 22, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
dizzyingly, love, lust, metaphor, ocean,
Form: Free verse
CARROUSEL
This passes so dizzyingly fast
and close, it frightens me
The horses blur, their rainbow colour fades to grey
Music screams of fun, bells loudly sound
Children's delight wins it all
Two small blond faces grin so broadly:
"One more time, Darren please?"
My pocket produces two shiny coins
of promise, of one more round.
Four feet jumping in joint fun.
My head spins faster than that... thing...
The noise is overwhelming, I withdraw
In me. But it is worth every dime and time.
We go again, my heart clutches a
treasure, bigger than two coins: family life.
***
December 18, 2016
Categories:
dizzyingly, children, fun, love,
Form: Free verse
On this day, the light declares victory
The Sun’s unrelenting march
From its Stygian, icy fortress
Has at last dethroned the indolent dark
The pendulum swings into the black
The metronome ticks maddeningly faster
Life, the sleep sand wiped out of its eyes,
In love again in its giddy mania
Emerald mother unfurls to embrace
The fertile seed of the victorious Sun
A hint of pollen with each breath beckons, as
The world spins dizzyingly towards its fevered peak.
3/20/16
Categories:
dizzyingly, earth, life, nature, spring,
Form: Free verse
Kisses from insolvent grave,
Stole the dying breath away
So dizzyingly fast,
It escaped as fleeting vapour;
The hackles bristled, raised,
Clouds of ink on sunny days,
As scratching quills engraved
Upon white paper
Who among the sprawl could feel
If it was or wasn’t real,
The secret of the dream
Beyond the ruffle of the curtain?
Beggar soup and furtive fate
And how long we wait and wait,
Until all that yet may be,
Remains uncertain.
Someone gasped but never said
If the halos ‘round the head
Needed either polishing
Or a surreptitious breaking,
I don’t at length suppose
That at the naming of the rose,
The parents knew the thorns
Would be the making.
And like canaries in a mine
We are running out of time,
So dizzyingly fast
We are encroached by our inactions;
All we were and were not told,
Fossilised by freezing cold,
And all that was or passes by
Were scant distractions.
Categories:
dizzyingly, history, life, loss, philosophy,
Form: Verse