Poetry - Lynn White

  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...

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  Gulliver's Wife It is not commonly known that Gulliver had a wife but she accompanied him on all his journeys and Lilliput was her favourite place. Swift never wrote about her. Perhaps he found her just to daring, even though she was careful   to be on her best behaviour and hide her painted nails in public places. When alone she didn’t care. She wiggled them with joy each time she took a bath. Only the Lilliputian sea creatures were invited to join her. She loved to watch them as they played in the water. Which came first, she wondered, the mermaid or the seal.   She tried to work it out. They told her it didn’t matter, was of no importance. Having fun was what mattered, wiggling and jiggling in the water, size didn’t matter either. She could only agree. https://academyoftheheartandmind.com/2026/07/30/gullivers-wife/

  Desert Road Such a desolate road to travel waiting hoping for the sun. Such a desolate road to travel waiting, hoping, searching for the light when the sun breaks through the desert to nurture and feed  the earth again next year. https://ko-fi.com/haikushack/shop/magazine

  Desolation I can go so far, but no further along the desolate road. So far, but no further towards the light unless I climb. https://ko-fi.com/haikushack/shop/magazine