Poetry - Lynn White

  Chaos Theory On this canvas of my life it looks as though butterflies were flapping   their wings and flitting about at every opportunity making trouble having fun and shaking things up a bit. I struggle to discern underlying patterns. It’s regularities and irregularities were left to the butterflies and their flitting and flapping. In the end they flapped the clouds away. So tomorrow I shall paint a new canvas. On this canvas, I am the butterfly. I can make the patterns, the order or disorder. Others may   make of it what they will. https://inkpantry.com/poetry-drawer-clear-water-chaos-theory-cycle-by-lynn-white/

  Clear Water I’m standing here contemplating the cool clear water. The splash from the pebble lasted only a second and the ripples cleared so quickly. I had thought  your ripples  would last  forever but nothing can last forever and only the clear water will follow me. In my solitude I’ll leave no trace at all. https://inkpantry.com/poetry-drawer-clear-water-chaos-theory-cycle-by-lynn-white/

  Send More Please! Feed us! We need more! It’s not enough! Send us more. More and more to feed the fire more and more and more. More missiles and rockets more tanks and anti-tanks more aircraft and anti-aircraft more ammunition bullets, bombs and guns without end and still more to come. But please no more   of your rejects those old things   kept in store   for a rainy day it’s raining debris and dust here. And we need   state of the art munitions straight off the line to feed our need for more and more. It’s piling up the dust and the debris the rubble of lives in flames fed by weapons and more weapons. The tears of the displaced   are not enough to douse them so they leave, when they can, a low priority as there’s no meat on them   the women, children and elderly. But the meaty men must stay to fight like soldiers to the death to be spat out with screaming shells and vomit pain and fear. But victory will be ours and victory will be mine. I’m still s...

  Love And Friendship If there was a beginning to our love that we can define, then it was friendship and the drift into love took us by surprise, started us, shatter our ideas about ourselves and in the process renewed and brightened us. And as our love progressed in our living of it we never lost our friendship. The cooler, calmer parts of ourselves   remained intact, separate   from our disturbed emotions. And if there is a future for our love that we can hope for, then it must be in that friendship that can piece together the bits of ourselves that we had forgotten about, the parts of our lives   that seemed important but transitory. We shall revive them now and survive Intact. https://www.journalofexpressivewriting.com/post/love-and-friendship