Poetry - Lynn White

  Ice Bird The snow is falling. Flurries        of the white stuff flakes     falling downwards blanketing all that lies beneath. It’s cold. The snow bird is frozen. Her wings won’t flap                              or fly. The clouds are ice no longer moist                rain givers but dry ice. It’s so cold. It’s become her throne   and she sits strangely. She’s an ice bird now   wings like frozen arms                      pouring snow                            slowly                            quickly quick       quick          snow              dancing  ...

Bits And Pieces They waited patiently standing in line hunger made them quiet un-childlike too quiet for children standing in line. Who knew what they’d be when they grew up those children tinker, tailor, soldier, spy on our side or theirs whoever the us and them are. Now we know for certain that   they’ll be none of those things now they’re scattered   in bits and pieces bombed to bits just in case. Futures laid to rest in bits and pieces just in case. https://www.breatheeveryone.net/posts/x28w55l7cgdscec

  A Cacophony Of Colour The windows are all aglow, a cacophony of colour giving glimpses of other peoples lives. They look carefully and imagine different worlds emerging from those shapes.   Some are still some moving a snapshot. a film a little exposure and a mystery is revealed, a new story told from their imaginings. A cacophony of colour, until the lights go out. https://writingcafejournal.com/poem.php?slug=a-cacophony-of-colour

  The Impermanence Of Flowers The impermanence of flowers alarms me as it gives me hope. Only plastic flowers last forever. The impermanence of flowers gives me hope as it alarms me. Flowers should not last forever. https://poetrypacific.blogspot.com/2026/05/5-poems-by-lynn-white.html

  All That Glitter It glitters like gold. But is it gold or base metal being worked on by an alchemist.. undergoing transformation, perhaps with a touch of magic, with an elixir of immortality, an illusion. Or perhaps base oil transformed to sparkly plastic glitter with all too real immortality. Glittering, littering with everlasting life, all that glitter. https://poetrypacific.blogspot.com/2026/05/5-poems-by-lynn-white.html

  Peace Is Peace is more  than the absence of war though that would be a start. And then the dissolving of boundaries constructed by humans to cordon off one from the other and shout across the divide. Then we can whisper and hug our way to peace. https://poetrypacific.blogspot.com/2026/05/5-poems-by-lynn-white.html