Poetry - Lynn White

  My Best Friend I remember. it well. She was my best friend, three years older and a prefect. It was a cold day   and we wanted to stay inside and read not walk up and down aimlessly. The rules didn't allow it. I wrote us a note as if from a teacher. She grassed me up. I was in big trouble! I remember it well. No doubt she will. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GYR1J5N1?content_source=fb&fb_content_id=Q9-wBQGlkGFDobRECOh89ZmB0xW_7p_NaWsHJNSLWYTx8HB3GMi7zvo265K7FsUJcw&channel_type=fb&fbclid=IwY2xjawRdUZBleHRuA2FlbQIxMABzcnRjBmFwcF9pZBAyMjIwMzkxNzg4MjAwODkyAAEeflKShYvul8y_J77N-NEFxQu36fFO0--bQ_l1F_VIowCiFkPQjS_p4akC3U4_aem_5Pc93tpQ8OtpUJTbRSbmKw

  All That Is Solid There’s an ill wind blowing, gale force at least laden with ice and snow a real blizzard, so keep your head down, head for home, don’t let it in close up the gaps and wait. Wait until the storm passes leaving all eerily quiet. Wait for the sun to return bringing rainbows. and the breeze to grow gentle with a sweet breath and a warmth to break the ice with colour. Wait for the delicate flowers to show through the shattered soil, melting the frozen silence. Make a space then, an opening for a warmth, that will shatter the ice. Yes, even the solid will melt away and make it all worthwhile. https://spillwords.com/all-that-is-solid/

  Leap of Faith We make it look easy, dancers always do.   Even out here on the heath performance is all. The rest is hidden behind the scenes usually in the sweaty studio. It took a leap of faith to carry on working alone month after month with no prospect of performance, of audience, of applause of income. But we’re out now out in the sun   jumping for joy leaping with faith ready to go again. https://feedthehol.blogspot.com/2026/04/leap-of-faith-by-lynn-white.html

  Message Understood He rescued it from the ocean, just a note enveloped in glass as fragile as the love that once enveloped him. He could make no reply, knew there could be none, that it was all washed up and all that was left remnants ready to float away in an ocean of tears, But he won’t let them go. Before, he’d felt as lost and pointless as the pages of an unread book as hollow as the coconut shells scattered there around the deck empty broken bereft. Soon the shells will be floating to join the ship again. But he has left they have left, him and the boy, he could only take one, though he tried for more. They walked away. A...

  Now I Am Bald Now I am bald and a fashionista by default, as it was never my fashion before and no one followed me but now,   heads are shaved as if following in my footsteps, following my trail   of discarded hair now lost   with my identity.   Now I am bald, my head as naked as my fears fears I can’t lose,   fears unattached while my hair is un-attachable, filling the teeth of my comb, and lying on my pillow in tufts of terror. Chemo does that - forces me to hunger for my loss forces me to follow or face my fate bewigged   Now I am bald. https://maatsfeather.digital/Lynn-White

  Valuables Once I had so many. Now they’ve metamorphosed but still I will carry them with care, those precious things filling my head, once dreams,   now memories. https://maatsfeather.digital/Lynn-White