About the author:
Darren White is a young poet from Europe. Although English is not his native language, he loves writing his poetry in that language as it expresses best what he wants the reader to see.
He can write in several poetry forms, but feels that Free Verse suits him best. His poetry is deeply emotional and, even though very metaphorical, tells about his own life.
Darren has published a poetry collection: Intrinsic Brightness, available at Amazon and has also published work in several literary magazines.
What beautiful poetry, I loved this poem!
Thanks bro 🙂
What a touching poem from such a talented young writer. I was blown away. I also read the interview with Darren and I am amazed at the challenges he has faced and the strength he has shown in overcoming them. Congratulations on your book, Darren!
Thanks Rhoda, I am happy you like the poem, and I am blown away that you read the interview as well.
Beautiful poem. Thank you Darren.
Thank you my friend.
This is beautiful! Each stanza is a picture <3
Thanks my friend <3
Beautiful poem, Darren.
Thank you Neetu.
there is so much feeling in this piece I floated with it… Awesome Darren..
Thank you Eve, glad to see you here 🙂
There are so many ways that this poem can be understood but, for me, it is an expression of some special something that has been lost to the outer world but lives on, alive and well, inside the essence of the self. So many people carry something deeply personal and precious that is outwardly invisible and apparently lost for ever. This poem, for me, is a celebration of the resilience of the human soul.
A beautiful poem that I will read over and enjoy for a long time.
Thank you Jen, for your wonderful interpretation 🙂
Very moving, very well done, Darren.
Super-Nova
With his voice he relights
the blown-out candle,
pulls down the night’s shade
to find expansive blue sky.
In an imagined fairy dance
he leaps into the heart
spins in the brief moment
to release wings into flight.
The moon, his lost memory
the ocean, his deep feelings
the earth, his furrowed sorrow
seeds blooms as wild flowers.
His path illuminates agony —
what darkness hid from sight;
with square wheeled steps he
traverses the constant bridge.
Where, all eyes roll on oceans,
where, he turns despair into joy
where, each loss rediscovers,
finds pulse in its intrinsic name.
Each forgotten wound & terror
become flittering tiger-moths
in porch light’s renewed flesh
where death is revived to live.
the smallest star forever burning
in the distant heaven holds
presence in his revived moment
with constant growing brightness.
© RH Peat 5/22/2o19
What a beautiful poem in reply, this makes me smile so much 🙂
Turning despair into joy, so well said.