I Sit With You


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    I Sit With You

    I was reluctant to post it, but PiP BEGGED me to share this one with you. I wrote it almost 4 years ago. The soundtrack is not my voice, my friend Sara Ella (also a WF member) did that for me, for which I am extremely grateful.

    (With apologies to the 'of' police, I wasn't a WF member yet, back then, hah)

    >> I Sit With you << ( Soundcloud recording)

    I sit with you,
    my hand rests on your shoulder.
    I read my book
    while you sleep restlessly,
    you have no clue.

    The night is getting colder,
    you have that look
    of age-old tiredness sleeping
    of pain and hurt,
    of hours of fruitless weeping.

    I sit with you,
    my voice a soothing rhythm.
    I recitate
    my poems, my lines for you
    it's seeping through

    your troublesome subconscious
    inner debate...
    Your eyes open so slightly
    I will be here
    I'll sit here in this chair

    and create words
    to paint your world lightly
    and colourful
    with butterflying flutter
    pulling you through

    I sit with you
    because I care, I get you.
    I know the pain
    I know this too will pass
    and you know too.

    C
    opyright © Darren White
    November 7, 2016
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    Darren, thank you for sharing. It is a beautiful poem and one that moved me beyond words.
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  3. #3
    I'm glad PiP begged you- damn this is good- I felt the pain seeping through this poem but also the love of someone to hold your hand and say you're not alone. An outstanding piece and the recording only amplifies the effect.
    Nature weeps, the devil sings
    at mans greed and pride
    and what it brings

    Just lots of useless
    little things

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    Simply beautiful. I'm glad PiP begged, too.
    There is no life I know
    To compare with pure imagination.
    Living there you’ll be free
    If you truly wish to be.~ Willy Wonka

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    Thank you, all. I am pleasantly surprised you like it
    I know I write very differently nowadays.
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    We all grow, yes, but I still hear "you" in this.
    There is no life I know
    To compare with pure imagination.
    Living there you’ll be free
    If you truly wish to be.~ Willy Wonka

  8. #8
    This was hard for me to read... it is beautiful and only someone who has done this ... could have expressed these emotions is such a fragile way... do you know why I said fragile? I imagine you do.... anyway, this brings back memories of sitting with my husband, after he was removed from life support...it took awhile for him to pass on, but that time spent with him was so fragile, his next breath... the waiting for his next breath... his last breath... the understanding that life is so fragile...and so is love...thank you for sharing, you have such a beautiful gift when you write from the heart...
    She lost herself in the trees,
    among the ever-changing leaves.
    She wept beneath the wild sky
    as stars told stories of ancient times.
    The flowers grew toward her light,
    the river called her name at night.
    She could not live an ordinary life,
    with the mysteries of the universe
    hidden in her eyes....
    Author: Christy Ann Martine

    Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
    love leaves a memory no one can steal....
    Author unknown.

  9. #9
    I know Fire... And you are right, I have my own story behind this poem, and it's fragile and raw at the same time.
    Thank you
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  10. #10
    I understand. That's the way it felt to me, as firemajic expressed. Fragile. And so steadfast. A beautiful poem Darren.

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