Poetry - Lynn White

  Silenced It’s all you can hear now the journalists are silenced. It’s all you can see now the placards are forbidden. It’s all you can hear now Other voices are silenced. It’s all you can see now the flags are forbidden. Truth lies buried in silence. https://poetrywivenhoe.org/2026/06/day-1298-silenced-white/

  Blowing In The Wind It was a windy day in a windy city a long time ago. A sudden flurry made me into the vortex and I was surrounded by sheets of paper caught up and blown from a doorway. When it had settled,   I collected a few. They were letters applying for jobs dated about fifty years ago, I forget exactly when. All were hand written   in the most beautiful cursive scripts. I could visualise the care with which nibs had been dipped in ink, the concentration in the touch of pen to paper. These were the stuff of unknown dreams. The names are long forgotten now but I wonder what became of them, those ghosts of a past who touched my life in a flurry of wind only to be blown away. https://coldrambler.blogspot.com/2026/06/blowing-in-wind-by-lynn-white.html

  White Moon Perhaps the dark time was passing even before the moon  scoffed  then swallowed eating up the dark and leaving a ring  of white moonlight for breakfast and spatters of spewed out stars, with baked slivers of silver thinly spread on sliced white bread for lunch. https://www.mockingowlroost.com/blog/dark-time-passing-white-moon/

  No Skidding Swirling and curling like muted ringlets of tie dyed hair unbraided and free. Silent psychedelia   in waiting   for   a voice in waiting for colour   to come later.   Later. One step at a time dancing swirling, not skidding. https://www.lulu.com/shop/sueann-wells/hope-is-humanity/paperback/product-e7nz7mz.html?q=Hope+is+Humanity&page=1&pageSize=4

  Grey At Times This is a grey place, there's no denying. Grey slate, grey granite rock and walls. And it rains a lot, there's no denying It floods the fields near the rivers, makes estuaries of the pastures. So much rain. But when caught by a sunbeam it makes glistening slides shimmering across the slate   and falls in bright white tails or snakes like silver spilling heavily over rocks and walls, cascades catching rainbows as they crash then spitting them back out in a fine spray of colours. No grey at all in this place now, step outside, there’s only joy, there's no denying. https://www.lulu.com/shop/sueann-wells/hope-is-humanity/paperback/product-e7nz7mz.html?q=Hope+is+Humanity&page=1&pageSize=4

  Gloomy Day It was a gloomy day still no wind blowing   the clouds away a good day to climb trees to saw to prune to cut up their branches log timber to make our fires burn a brighter night than that day. https://www.lulu.com/shop/sueann-wells/hope-is-humanity/paperback/product-e7nz7mz.html?q=Hope+is+Humanity&page=1&pageSize=4