Cloth of Gold I called it my cloth of gold it was so special with a bit of this and a bit of that remnants reclaimed and woven with love woven with tenderness into a cloth of shining colours making memories to wear wrap round memories like threads of time for all our time, memories that in time became our shroud. I didn’t know it then. https://inkpantry.com/poetry-drawer-bubble-birdsong-cloth-of-gold-by-lynn-white/
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Inspiration Outside the window the man stands, his hunger abating as he ingests the emptiness inside. He breathes it in, then he’s on his way, fast as the food being served behind the glass. Soon the bar stools and tables will be peopled, the juke box will be playing above the buzz of conversation. Brushes and magic, that’s all it takes to fill the space with life. Hopper stands back, satisfied. https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2024/11/tableaux.html
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River I look into the river and see myself in reflection. Colour fast but unstable, I move helplessly in its flow. I am constantly being moved and changed, but left stationary, moved but not moving on like the fishes and pebbles. Here I am, disturbed and abstracted, surrounded by this rippling, babbling, watery world, which leaves me unclear who I am and, more unclear about the solidity of my background and what is happening around me. I look into two worlds which are intermingling, becoming inseparable before my gaze. My own distorted image fades and breaks with the images behind and beyond me in the background of my life. This river is becoming a metaphor for my own confusion. For the displacement and fragmentation I feel inside. I am in danger of being broken up and washed away. Unable to bring myself together, I remain in pieces, undecided, lacking definition. It is also a metaphor which stretches beyond my person, into the confusion and fragmentation beyond it’s edges,
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More Than Survive It may not look that way but I've done more than survive my time in this city. It may not look that way but I’ve done more than survive in the time since I left in disgrace. Now I'm ready to come back to make a success after failure to find a new way through the old streets to make my way afresh. And I will. https://www.poetryformentalhealth.org/lynn-white