Poetry - Lynn White

  We Will Not Be Silenced We found a gap in the wire. Someone had made it,  that gaping hole in the wire, hoping to climb through,  hoping to head towards the light,  to leave the darkness behind, to escape the madness here, hoping, hoping. But the light became too bright. And now it’s blinding us. We can see less than in the darkness. Our mouths open, aghast with the horror of it all, gaping, gaping but determined to speak determined our voices are heard as we crawl through the gap the gap that leads nowhere. https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-new-season-jacalyn-eyvonne/1149050459

  A Rose For Gaza Gaza is a garden full of roses. Stone roses. Rock roses. No petals to crush and bruise to release their fragrance. Only dust. Dust and the stench of death. No green space left. No sweet tranquility, peace or quiet. No escape. No garden of Eden here. No gateway to paradise. Rubble and rock roses. https://scarlettanager.com/convergence-poetry-on-environmental-impacts-of-war/

  Outside In They didn’t know they were watched as they placed the presents carefully wrapped  in bright paper in place beneath  the evergreen branches decorated with shiny baubles. Everything was ready now in their house, ready for Santa. It was the last house for Santa for another year. He raised his glass of sherry and toasted his hard working elves whilst the reindeers waited impatiently nibbling the undecorated branches outside. No one noticed the shadows they cast. https://cajunmuttpress.wordpress.com/2026/02/18/3-poems-by-lynn-white/?fbclid=IwY2xjawQC1mdleHRuA2FlbQIxMQBzcnRjBmFwcF9pZBAyMjIwMzkxNzg4MjAwODkyAAEeCoV69AWi01XkiVlakntcEny0WunLef8h3gb4cFByJIjqPcqXEab2R4RY0-U_aem_BIj82sfWo-Y-Xx0xn-oqSw

  Future Perfect They gathered round eagerly. They’d heard great grandad’s tale many times before, but still they listened rapt.  He told of a time long, long ago  when a great great grandmother  had been squashed by a boot her hard skeleton broken her soft body splattered on the sidewalk killing her  stone dead. They were so lucky to live in a time  when there were no boots, no human feet inside them, no human heads to hate them. So lucky to live in a time when only love and peace prevailed.  https://cajunmuttpress.wordpress.com/2026/02/18/3-poems-by-lynn-white/?fbclid=IwY2xjawQC1mdleHRuA2FlbQIxMQBzcnRjBmFwcF9pZBAyMjIwMzkxNzg4MjAwODkyAAEeCoV69AWi01XkiVlakntcEny0WunLef8h3gb4cFByJIjqPcqXEab2R4RY0-U_aem_BIj82sfWo-Y-Xx0xn-oqSw

  Tulips vs Agaves Tulips won’t grow amongst agaves Nothing will grow amongst agaves. But tulips were his favourites so he climbed up high, balanced on the stepladder and painted one  on the wall. It bled. The agaves triumphed after all. https://cajunmuttpress.wordpress.com/2026/02/18/3-poems-by-lynn-white/?fbclid=IwY2xjawQC1mdleHRuA2FlbQIxMQBzcnRjBmFwcF9pZBAyMjIwMzkxNzg4MjAwODkyAAEeCoV69AWi01XkiVlakntcEny0WunLef8h3gb4cFByJIjqPcqXEab2R4RY0-U_aem_BIj82sfWo-Y-Xx0xn-oqSw

  Under Fallen Skies We are living under fallen skies in dark basements of sorrow, a world of broken elevators and stairs too steep for us to climb up from our depth of despair lying curled as a foetus for comfort waiting waiting and waiting for the skies to clear waiting waiting and waiting   for the sun to fill the blanks waiting for the sun to shine again. https://borderlessjournal.com/2026/02/16/under-fallen-skies-by-lynn-white/ https://borderlessjournal.com/2026/02/16/borderless-february-2026/