Poetry - Lynn White

https://gobblersmasticadores.wordpress.com/2025/01/16/a-rose-for-gaza/ A Rose For Gaza Gaza is a garden full of roses. Stone roses. Rock roses. No petals to crush and bruise to release their fragrance. Only dust. Dust and the stench of death. No green space left. No sweet tranquility, peace or quiet. No escape. No garden of Eden here. No gateway to paradise. Rubble and rock roses. So I shall plant a rose for Gaza in my green space, in my tranquil garden. I won’t bruise it, just gently sniff its fragrance and hope that one day fragrant roses will bloom again in the garden of Gaza. What else can I do?

  Spread The Words Words of love, words of hate, the conjoined twins of freedom. Spread the word. Psst… have you heard… pass it on.. Chinese whispers spreading truth and lies, the conjoined twins of freedom   in the age of misinformation. They’re spewing out of mouths clacking and clicking in the scrabble to be free. Wave after wave crashing breaking up washing up. A tsunami of words. I’m drowning. https://edgeofhumanity.com/2025/01/14/spread-the-words/

  Seeing All I can see you. I’m not blinded   by your fine words or the fancy dress   of your masquerade. But even the blind can see   through you. In time there’ll be pennies for my eyes but they’re open now and missing nothing. I know you want to hide from me, would have me cover my eyes with my hands or stitch them up to make me sightless as death. But it won’t work. I’ll look between the stitches sneak a peek through my parted fingers. And even the blinded can see through you. Sightlessness   comes only with death. Until then we all can see you. https://edgeofhumanity.com/2025/01/14/seeing-all/

  Nightmares The sun is standing still for them Dreamers streaming down the roads   to somewhere else. Dreaming of escape. Dreaming of a future, any future. Dreaming of better things to come. Dreaming of the life they once had. Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming. Dreaming of returning when the sun comes up again, hoping it shows more than the vultures that follow them circling overhead waiting patiently for those left in a nightmare. https://edgeofhumanity.com/2025/01/13/nightmares-2/

  Rise And Fall We thought we’d fixed it buried the monster with a stake through it’s heart so it could never rise again, created something better with our blood and sweat and tears. We’d seen the rain wash away all the traces. We’d seen the sun come out. We’d seen the colours of laughter in the streets. We’d thought it would stay there for ever. But we were wrong the monster was not dead just lying dormant it’s heart still throbbing pulsing   thrusting out the rotten stake. And now there’s no laughter in streets full of grey people carrying grey umbrellas knowing that it’s raining again washing away the sunshine this time, waiting for the blood to flow. And here am I re-reading the old words re-living the old times re-viewing the album   of old photographs of people locked in their past forced to live there again history gone in a flash then now renewed placing us on a treadmill taking us back to the beginning   to start over as the clouds gather and the rain starts...

  Making Magic We burned our bridges and saw magic   in the flames. We broke all the locks,   threw away the keys opened the doors and saw magic in the space. It was all ours   for the making, ours for the taking   now and forever. https://dearodeersubmissio.wixsite.com/dear-o-deer/issue-3-9-01-2025