Poetry - Lynn White

  Dreams In Store I stored them in the attic all those dreams I once had waiting. I stored them in the attic all those things   I might need some day. I stored them in the attic unwanted gifts in time battered boxes old clothes eaten now by moths old newspapers their stories consumed   by rats and beetles I stored them in the attic with our love, our songs, words undead undying still there for us to remember, a lifeline in store to re-play when we could only remember. https://callmebrackets.net/call-me-when-youre-dead/

  Hey Joe Remember that you were once golden standing tall with dignity. Now the gold has darkened to sepia and dignity is dying. Sometimes the light shines through in flashes of the old gold when you remember but it’s less often now. Remember, nothing lasts forever so don’t be sad leave us now,   don’t be sad to leave us now we’ll remember   the gold, nothing lasts forever not even memory. https://callmebrackets.net/call-me-when-youre-dead/

  The Sadness Will Last Forever Even though the sky was starlit with diamonds, even though the sunflowers bloomed bright with colour, even though the chair was mended, its seat intact, even though beauty was all around, inescapable, he knew the sadness would last   forever. Vincent knew because it always had and forever was now. https://callmebrackets.net/call-me-when-youre-dead/

  Fire The fire has spread   from the mountain to the shore, from the cities to the ruins of cities burning burning   burning and it will catch you, however far you run, however fast you run away Death is running faster. Soon only the dead can stay. Now even the sea is flaming as oil burns in the water burning   burning burning and however fast you sail, however far you row away Death is moving faster. Soon only the dead will stay. https://thegorkogazette.com/2024/12/29/teacher-teacher-and-1-more-by-lynn-white/

  Ear-Worms It’s a quiet time now in there after the cacophony no more songs storming and the wind has abated. The blizzard could never have been, never have happened just be part of my imagination. My thoughts are quiet   ordered one tune at a time and at my behest. But soon I know the storm will move inside again, inside my head a blizzard of tunes circling round and round drawing me into their vortex. https://luckylizardjournal.com/issue-3/

  Skull The skull lies desolate in the lake   surrounded by the rocks and mountains, lies there alone without other boney remnants. Each day should cause more decay   as wind and rain weather it, waste it away,   fade it   into the landscape until it disappears. But not this skull. This skull is resilient. It thrives. It’s surrounded now by flowers growing as it grows in the midst of them. It seems eternal now   and still growing still and   growing still. https://feversofthemind.com/2024/12/09/ekphrastic-poetry-from-art-challenge-4/

  Whispers Psst listen hear me. Psst look see me look this way. Psst   I will gift you it all put everything   in a blue bag ready for your hands to grasp. Psst you’re still not listening, you’re looking away. Psst Hey, you all in all your colours   your faces not the same   but still you face   the same   way away. Psst the bag   has gone. I threw it away. https://www.ekphrastic.net/the-ekphrastic-challenges/pascal-mohlmann-ekphrastic-writing-responses-curated-by-kate-copeland

  Triangles Not all triangles are created equil lateral some take inequality to a scalene extreme of poligony its edges and vertices a riot imagination or confusion of apex and bases even curves sometimes an angular linear expression of objectivity. https://masticadorescanada.wordpress.com/2024/12/27/triangles-by-lynn-white/