Poetry - Lynn White

  Dead Wood All the trees are dead. The elm and the ash are long gone, and now even the live oak where the sparrows once sung is a stump split open dead. Dead as those sparrows. Dead as the blackbirds who sang more sweetly. A dead split stump dead wood dead woods that’s all that is left. https://inkpantry.com/poetry-drawer-dead-wood-gone-fishing-disconcerting-by-lynn-white/

  Gone Fishing The fish were there gathered at the shoreline almost asking to be caught. But that was then. They’re all gone now replaced by plastic replicas. But then money was made. https://inkpantry.com/poetry-drawer-dead-wood-gone-fishing-disconcerting-by-lynn-white/

  Sixty Million Tonnes And Counting Sixty Million Tonnes   and what do we get? Almost a song lyric   written for those who don’t get older,   the uncounted ones lost in the rubble of Gaza. Sixty Million Tonnes of homes, roads,   and infrastructure converted into rubble that will take uncountable years for us to clear and still longer to rebuild towns and villages,   to replant crops and trees. And who are the ‘us’ - the ones who will pay. The same ‘us’ as did it before and will do it again unless perpetrators are held accountable. And while this goes on, year upon year ‘they’ will feed those surviving living still in that wasteland of rubble. The same ‘they’ as did it before,   are trying to do it now and will do it again unless perpetrators are held accountable. And how will we, us, they and them   deal with the hate engendered. It will have to be dealt with, then what will we do as we count the cost once again. https://www.ozymandeus.com/authors...

  Longing The years have passed but still she yearns for the child   that once grew in her body. It was there she felt it knew it gave it a name bought clothes and toys soft and cuddly. They told her she was ill sick with longing that there was no baby that there never was a baby only her longing. Still. https://www.redrosethorns.com/post/longing

  Flagging Scotland Imagine a new flag for Scotland, a thistle soft purple   and prickly green growing on a background   of misted drizzly mountains. Imagine that new flag for Scotland I can almost feel those midges biting. https://edgeofhumanity.com/2026/11/13/edge-of-humanity-magazine-poetry-monthly-november-2026-issue-25-authors-%c2%b7-31-works/

  Oct. 23, 2026 issue of the Rivertowns Dispatch