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Blog entries by Darren White

Dusk I wait for you behind the chimney on the tiled roof inside the shack near the axe and the drawing with my face pinned to the wall under the desk while you write safely tucked between your feet in the willow's shade amidst stubborn dragonflies to watch sunset grief chants inaudible songs touches your cheek on the last breeze before bedtime and you know I am there you know (Image: Adina Voicu, on Pixabay)
I was a ballet dancer before I ended up in a wheelchair. The poem below is written around >> THIS DANCE << CAPTUREDsome moments are mindless insanity with twisted reality he says he says a lotleave pain behind an endless word flow a whale's fountain his face mirrors mine his finger swipes dark dust, blows waves into deep oceans where I drownhide in dreams he saysdream a bull to swim across the ocean he says to the light that hides behind reality I close my eyes to dream his...
My friend Chris Green (also on WF) and I write a lot of poems together. It's something we very much like to do, in between talking online during our day. I would like to share on of these poems here. Hope you like it. *** Terracotta Alabaster pillars reach to heights I’ve never known. Marble indentations feed the facets which have grown carved before the spectacle that time forgot to keep. Oh these ancient sites I find my mind decides to reap. Sculpted statues stand there looking down...
(with thanks to my friend Michael Coy) To An Injured Fox Cub Today I found you cornered, drenched in cold, your fur coat nothing but a newborn's down, a tiny ball unfolding while I hold you shivering. Your lacerations frown and at a distance, I can see the why of your abandonment, the birds of prey. I’ve saved you, but you’re causing me to cry: serrated weapons, Nature’s passion-play, as blood-attracted sharks, still circling, wait: I sense the breath-starved fright that made you flee...
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