Poetry - Lynn White

  Diamonds Of April Vera was an April baby, a diamond, though she never owned one, never owned much at all she left me my name as her legacy. She was Vera so I should be Lynn. My mother liked things right though she was more a fan of Bing than the Forces Sweetheart. Not everything can be explained! She was not a forever diamond, none of us are and she did not get to meet the diamond with me now, his birthday coming soon, but I still have her legacy. I always will. https://stortellerpoetryreview.blogspot.com/2026/04/super-sized-series.html

  Cycle I felt such bright energy flowing I couldn’t wait to move with it and be transplanted and reborn at the time when all of nature was recreating itself and starting afresh, I too would feel the new buds open bursting and shooting into a new life. I would open up my blowsy petals   and let my heart show through pulsing, exuberant, ready to turn towards the summer sun, not believing it would destroy my bloom, make my petals fade and fall when the shock of the new wore off and the fresh green shoots grew brown, preparing for the season of wrinkles which always follows. I am only one part of nature’s cycle where nothing will change, except that summer will have gone, winter will surely follow fall and spring will be a long way away. https://peruselit.com/peruse-zine

  Scourge Who will help the prisoner lying on the floor, lying there alone, unwashed   and bleeding. No one came. They said he deserved the scourging, that it was their job to administer punishment and keep society safe, safe from such scourges. So no one came Only angels, those fat cherubs   of empathy and kindness, they came down to help him. But only in his dream. https://edgeofhumanity.com/2026/04/03/edge-of-humanity-magazinepoetry-anthology-april-2026-%c2%b7-a/

  Paradise Lost It was paradise, a perfect life in the sunshine for the two of them. Eating the luscious fruits, drinking the succulent juices. Wanting for nothing. Nothing, except,   perhaps,   to know the reason for it all. To know where they came from, where they were going, what point there was to it all. To understand it all would take some thought, some working out, some researching of their paradise. They would need to exercise their intelligence to find the answers to all these questions. Then they could   be content again in their paradise with their new found knowledge. It came to them suddenly, the penny dropped not the apple. In a flash of understanding   they saw that tomorrow could be different   That one tomorrow   would certainly be different. That human life doesn't go on and on without an end. It will end and it's ending is unpredictable, the where and how and when unknown. How could they live with this knowledge and remain in paradis...