Poetry - Lynn White

  Where Now Where do we go now after we’ve seen a lord in his knickers and a prince on his knees, where now   from that place where no crimes   were committed, “don’t you know.” Do you know where now? https://newversenews.blogspot.com/2026/02/where-now.html

  Knowing The Now When you climbed that mountain in the days when no one else  was on the paths, when you reached the summit ready for a lonely leap in the days when the space was empty of the selfie taking crowd, when you recognised the transience, the capture of a moment in gratitude before it died. You know  now that it’s the only time now but so much is new between  now and then. https://latinosenglishedition.blog/2026/02/04/knowing-the-now-by-ltnn-white/

  The dove has flown    away.   https://smolspoetryjournal.blogspot.com/2026/02/the-dove-has-flown-away-lynnwhite-p.html

  Party For Gaza The invitations were sent.   Some accepted.   Some declined.   Some were revoked, well, it’s cool to change your mind. And there are always some no-shows, too peaceful to party, too warlike for peace, but afeared of falling prey to imprisonment, afeared of falling prey   to paying or just afeared   of justice. https://oddballmagazine.com/poem-by-lynn-white-24/

  Fenland It stands alone there in the fen,   an old building, derelict now but still stately as a church, a cathedral like church, one of the many built   by those profiting from the wool of the sheep grown on those flat-lands and of the labour of poor men and women. Built to secure the rich man’s place in Heaven, and standing there still like this building, just one more elderly relic of the same trade with stories to tell of Heaven and Hell under those big skies with storm clouds rolling. https://figtreepoetry.substack.com/p/the-fig-tree-womens-poetry-special?utm_source=post-email-title&publication_id=2235385&post_id=184135626&utm_campaign=email-post-title&isFreemail=true&r=juknd&triedRedirect=true&utm_medium=email

  Fallen Skies I’m trying   to live under fallen skies, trying   to live among crashed clouds crying, trying to live when even the sun stops smiling under fallen skies I’m trying.  https://publicreverie.com/fallen-skies-and-echo/