Poetry - Lynn White

Birth Or Death Death begins at birth for pro-lifers. The birth day is when interest is lost lost in those post foetal post natal moments which move us crying into hours smiling into days crawling into months running into years walking into decades slowing toward our death day. They’ve long lost interest these pro-lifers. They say that life must be lived according to the law of God as it is written and dispatched to them in nightmares and dreams. Only break it and they’re back with interest and concern those pro-deathers. https://headlinepoetryandpress.com/…/roe-v-wade-related-bi…/ Death begins at birth for pro-lifers. The birth day is when interest is lost lost in those post foetal post natal moments which move us crying into hours smiling into days crawling into months runn… HEADLINEPOETRYANDPRESS.COM Roe v. Wade-related | Birth or Death, a poem by Lynn White Death begins at birth for pro-lifers. The birth day is when interest is lost lost in t...

Dreaming There was a time when I knew where to find you, knew the places and spaces you inhabited in my dreams, in my day and night dreams. You would be waiting there, waiting to be found, waiting to come to me revealing your secrets. Now it's harder to discern you, to recognise your shape and form. You are becoming fragmented and ephemeral, floating forms in a damp mist of change holding on tight to your secrets Don't pass me by. I still want to know you to discover you to learn what you’ve become. https://hereticsloversmadmen.com/…/quotable-poe-week-4-lyn…/ Dreaming   There was a time when I knew where to find you, knew the places and spaces you inhabited in my dreams, in my day and night dreams. You would be waiting there, waiting to be found, w…

Bringing On The Clowns I always found them creepy the circus clowns I watched as a child. They never made me laugh or even smile. My uncle ‘clowned around,’ they said and he was funny. A boy in my class was often described as ‘a bit of a clown’ and he was funny. But the circus clowns with the fake smiles and tears painted on their made up faces strutting their stuff around the ring, falling off ladders, failing to juggle or walk a tight rope, throwing water over each other posing and posturing in between antics, they weren’t funny, just scarily strange. And now the clowns are free, they’ve moved outside the Big Top the whole world is their circus now. ‘Send in the clowns’ cried the audience and they came on to the stage but no one is laughing. It’s no laughing matter. https://ramingoblog.wordpress.com/…/the-ramingos-porch-we-…/ We Pushed The Boat Out They’d really pushed the boat out for us, a garden party with a sumptuous spread in celebration of our engagement. T...

Daisies Unchained We buried our dreams beneath a wreath of daisies freed from their chains to mark the grave temporarily. Waiting for each daisy death to hide them for ever, unless someone has the key that will release them and make them flower again. https://www.amazon.com/CultureCult-Magazine-Is…/…/1080202609 The cover story of CultureCult Magazine's 12th issue is an essay on H.P. Lovecraft and the concept of 'time' in his expansive body of work, penned by Felice Picano. This issue is also graced by a a loving ode to Marilyn Maye, written by Pam Munter. Lynda Pritchard Newcombe puts her years of worki...

Black As Night A storm was brewing a gathering of black clouds blocking out the sun waiting for the thunder to clap and the rain to fall. “Black as night,” my mother said nervously, “the clouds have eaten the sun.” She didn’t like storms. I found it exciting unpredictable disconcerting, the transformation of day into night. And the blackness completed it. Nights were usually grey with cloud, I liked it when the cloud cleared leaving brightness, not blackness as if the moon had eaten the dark. It seems the moon is the more powerful. The clouds might eat the sun, but the moon ate the dark. https://braveandrecklessblog.com/…/moon-ate-the-dark-chall…/  A storm was brewing a gathering of black clouds blocking out the sun waiting for the thunder to clap and the rain to fall. “Black as night,” my mother said nervously, “the clouds have eaten the sun… BRAVEANDRECKLESSBLOG.COM Moon Ate the Dark Challenge: Black As Night – Lynn White A storm was bre...

The Empty House It fascinated us as children, the empty house in the countryside where we walked the neighbour’s dog. Why was it empty? Who had lived there? We imagined secret passages leading to priest holes, walled up dead bodies and buried treasure. No one knew. But we knew that the dog was reluctant to go near and we had heard that dogs were sensitive to the spirit world. So we knew it was haunted. That ghosts lived there, spirits of the past. We dared each other to enter through the broken window. Maybe we broke it first, but I don’t remember that. In the end we all went in, leaving the dog outside. But there was nothing. Just a house. Empty. Ordinary. Not spooky. Just empty. I passed it today, all these years later. There’s no entering now. Police tapes surround it. Maybe the dog knew that the ghosts were of the future, not the past. https://www.paperandinkzine.co.uk/product/paper-and-ink-15  PAPER AND INK LITERARY ZINE ISSUE #15 'THE UNKNOWN' A collec...

Inappropriately Dressed I wasn’t dressed for snow, or clouds, or wind, or for walking at all, if I were be honest. But sometimes you just have to give it a go and trudge through the clouds, kick up the snow in passing, challenge the wind with the size of your hat. It wouldn’t dare to blow it away, would it? Sometimes you just have to don your dark glasses and stride out to the sun, regardless of snow, or clouds, or clothes. Sometimes you just have to go. https://visitantlit.com/2020/02/04/inappropriately-dressed/  Inappropriately Dressed I wasn’t dressed for snow, or clouds, or wind, or for walking at all, if I were being honest. But sometimes you just have to give it a go and trudge through the clouds, kick… VISITANTLIT.COM Inappropriately Dressed Inappropriately Dressed I wasn’t dressed for snow, or clouds, or wind, or for walking at all, if I were being honest. But sometimes you just have to give it a go and trudge through the clouds, kick… ...

How To Float They told me a stone would never float. I didn’t believe them so I threw it carefully on to the water. It stayed there on the surface, a miracle! So I threw another carefully to land on top and then another and another. Now a stack of stones was floating on the water. They told me a stone would never hang in the air. I didn’t believe them so I threw it carefully upwards. It stayed there in the air, a miracle! So I threw another to land underneath and then another and another. Now a stack of stones was hanging in the air casting its shadow on the water. Believe in the miracles you can make. Don’t believe what they tell you. Cast a long shadow. https://literaryyard.com/…/against-the-tide-and-one-more-p…/  By: Lynn White Against The Tide Will we wait for the tide to turn.to carry us awaywave after wavegathering up the debriswhich surrounds ussucking it up like so much dustgetting rid of it all,everyt…

Easter Bonnet You promised me an easter bonnet to celebrate my first swim. I thought I might lay you an egg an Easter gift to thank you for your kind thoughts. But this is a travesty. A blond wig is not a bonnet. You’ve made me look like a clown, a Donald Trump duck or a Boris Johnson. I shall swim away. There’ll be no egg for you today. https://visualverse.org/submissions/easter-bonnet/?fbclid=IwAR3EEJV22T7pZjoOKfxVe2RoQz4BcCDPPOKd-7WNuUgj7hwWdbHU4ijLAJA

We Pushed The Boat Out They’d really pushed the boat out for us, a garden party with a sumptuous spread in celebration of our engagement. To go for a walk seemed a good idea on that sleepy sunny afternoon after so much rich food, so much sparkling wine. We were filled up with with love as we walked by the river and it was there that we saw the boat moored by the river bank complete with it’s oars. We didn’t know whose boat it was and we had never rowed before but we took a punt and pushed the boat out. We didn’t get very far but it didn’t matter. It was enough. We thought it was the beginning, the beginning of our future. but we were wrong. That beginning was also our end. https://ramingoblog.wordpress.com/…/the-ramingos-porch-we-…/ We Pushed The Boat Out They’d really pushed the boat out for us, a garden party with a sumptuous spread in celebration of our engagement. To go for a walk seemed a good idea on that sleepy sunny af… ...