Poetry - Lynn White

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  Night Sky She thought the night sky was like a puzzle where you had to join the dots, the glittering cairns pin point sharp which marked the pathways to the moon, to Venus, to the sun and beyond. Sometimes a cairn would come apart and a piece would fall to earth. She would catch it there, hold it in her hands let it warm them let it shine   through then she would let it go. https://inalove.world/2026/08/20/night-sky/

  After Time “I’m late, I’m late again”, said the White Rabbit staring at his pocket watch with exasperation. He turned the minute hand back a little and perused the new time with satisfaction. He knew the effect would be limited unless he could turn back the hands on all the clocks everywhere, but it made him feel better briefly. He had pondered this issue of time many times. He knew that clocks and watches were irrelevant to it’s passing, which made him feel better   about his manipulation. Philosophically speaking, he knew that he could change the time. He could break the watch and freeze it. Break all the wheels that turned inside. Smash them to smithereens. But even then, even when   broken, he knew the wheels of time keep turning,  time after time. https://tapintopoetry.wordpress.com/2026/08/20/tap-into-poetry-31/#after-time-by-lynn-white

    The Funeral of Bosco Jones Over twenty years ago Bosco Jones died after a long and purposeful life. His children, (long departed from their roots), returned. “Don’t worry, Mum”, they said, “we’ll see to everything. We’ll make all the necessary arrangements.” They arranged a splendid funeral with a vicar and hymns and flowers. A lot of people went, for Bosco had made an impact during his life. They left the doors open so that all those outside could hear And join in the proceedings. There was nice churchy music and an atmosphere of peace and serenity. The vicar began the service with a lot of talk of God and Mrs Jones stopped crying. She started to look around her and take in the proceedings. She seemed somewhat agitated and alarmed. Then she stood up and shouted at the vicar, shaking her fist, “I’m having none of this!” she cried, “My Bosco didn’t believe in all this claptrap and nonsense!” Some people cheered in agreement and she sat down again. The vicar, a dedicated pro...