Poetry - Lynn White

  Composition Of A Woman Among so many creatures, and with so much choice  she chose me named me made me myself. Among so many creatures birds and beasts, reptiles and flowers in all their glory I stand here still  me a woman. I stand here  proud to be chosen to be among them to be included as part of their glory, part of their voice. Hear me me a woman composed. https://braveandrecklessblog.com/2023/11/27/composition-of-a-woman-lynn-white/

  Sign Of The Times There’s no one here   to read the signs. Empty words for empty lines. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CNZT9XK8?fbclid=IwAR2C0OqVz8iSXyTrlSifT-m68IojvH5thv-nzLSFJ2QQNMLb-A98qgaXtRM

  Reading Blind The page has so many words tumbling around and I’m trying to sort them with my fingers, to get them into my fingers,  and off the page into my head where somehow perhaps I can make sense of them. Then they’ll have to get out of my head and into my mouth so that the book  with the unknown author can speak out. I should help them but I can’t let them out while they’re in such a jumble and they can’t seem to put themselves in order I have to do that with my fingers. I have to decide what to make of them. They can’t seem to do it alone. And I search in vain for your name. https://www.lulu.com/shop/truth-serum-press/books-truth-serum-vol-7/paperback/product-45v2mgg.html?page=1&pageSize=4

                                                Not Us Not us, us, who danced to Alexis Korner and The Chants,   or the Steel Band at the Jacaranda and walked home after, singing,   arm in arm through the Red Light District. Not us Not us, who danced and smiled and winked   and thumbs upped each other over the shoulders of future boyfriends,   who didn’t know it yet.   Not us. Not us,   who went to parties at 26a   and ended up always, sitting on the floor with men we didn’t like very much,   sharing their spliffs and listening to turgid conversation with increasing hilarity. Then laughing, laughing, laughing till they left in despair and we could stretch out and sleep where we were.   Not us. Not us,   who wandered through Europe without maps or money,   or sense of direction. Who got lost a lot,   but didn’t get raped or murdered.   So far as we can remember. Not us,   who charmed hoteliers into letting us stay for free.   Who got up early (too cold to sleep), and cleaned the kitchen

  Back Then He was so exciting back then such a dresser, quiff falling over face, cigarette hanging from lips cool, cool, so cool   back then. And he found me exciting he found me cool, I was the envy of my friends   back then. And now, where are they now   that boy and girl from back then. Not here though   still sharing space but remote disconnected from each other with uncool clothes and uncool hairstyles dreaming of what they had dreaming of what they lost dreaming of how they were back then. https://www.lulu.com/shop/bidisha-chakraborty/younker-the-flight-of-youthful-temptations/paperback/product-9555mwq.html?page=1&pageSize=4

  Yorick Hello poor Yorick. At last we meet  for the first  and last time alas. You still have your crown worn often in irony. What a joke that was when you pranced around in jest to entertain the one whose head wore a different crown. Both gone now. Long gone. Which king was he? Alas no one remembers. It’s you Yorick who’ll be remembered. Your name is writ   large and, at last, inked on your boney forehead. So it’s you   who’ll last forever, at last. https://www.ekphrastic.net/the-ekphrastic-challenges