Poetry - Lynn White

Lotus If in the afternoon I come upon a land and find the lotus blooming there, Will I recognise it’s flowers and fruits, I wonder. Will I remember it’s story, I wonder. And in the evening, after sniffing the fragrance of the flowers and tasting the fruit, will I have forgotten to wonder. https://www.amazon.com/…/ref=cm_sw_r_fa_awdo_t1_0P-FDbP7XWC… About This Website AMAZON.COM Saffron Flavored Rock Candy: A bilingual anthology of short poems and Haiku Vol 1 The present book is the first volume of the bilingual anthologies, Saffron Flavored Rock Candy. The translators attempted to gather the contemporary and modern poetry from western poets, and employed the Persian vocabulary which is currently used in both Iranian and Afghan dialects. This respires...

Autumn Rain Vertical, or horizontal, autumn rain falls from heavy misty clouds, but when caught by a sunbeam it makes glistening slides shimmering across the rock and falls in bright white tails or snakes like silver where the mountains leak it. https://www.amazon.com/dp/170263910X About This Website AMAZON.COM CultureCult Magazine: Issue 14 (Autumn 2019) The fourteenth issue of CultureCult Magazine is an Arts and Literature Special issue, featuring seven pieces of fiction and the work of eighteen poets from around the globe. Featured artworks of this issue include ‘The Librarian’ by Giuseppe Arcimboldo on the cover, apart from paintings by Johan...

I was Always Afraid Of Rabbits “I was always afraid of rabbits” said the purple dragon. I knew it to be true. I’d known him for a long time, long before I became a witch and took to the water to watch over him. It’s the white ones he fears most and they are mostly white ones down here. He won’t eat them. He used to eat fish but now he is afraid to eat them now he’s seen them eating the rabbits. They’ve eaten the fur off this one, but he believes it was white and believing is seeing after all. The fish have eaten everything except for the head and eyes the most fearsome parts for the purple dragon. It’s found him now, he pushes it away in panic but it won’t go, it won’t go. It’s covering his face, taking it over and getting ready for the rest. It won’t go, not unless I can grasp it, and hold it peel it off take it away, then bewitch them both. https://pondersavant.com/…/…/existential-ponders-lynn-white/ PONDERSAVANT.COM Existential Ponders – 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://issuu.com/freelitmagazine/docs/v5i4 https://issuu.com/freelitmagazine/docs/v5i4?fbclid=IwAR26M07g7QOn3nSKcmjyg7fABjlj-IaM-vl9-7M4kfRIAuD8AKhpQhe06_s

We Should Have Seen It Coming To begin with the dark parts were small tiny black squares in the brightness, we should have seen it growing recognised its full potential noticed the blurred edges allowing it to creep outwards imperceptibly almost invisibly. And now there’s hardly a space between the black parts and little space for brightness around them. Even the red no longer looks dangerous however vibrantly it tries to intervene the darkness is winning slowly but exponentially covering it all. We should have seen it coming. How did we not see it? I think it’s too late to halt it now. https://asitoughttobemagazine.com/…/lynn-white-we-should-h…/ ASITOUGHTTOBEMAGAZINE.COM Lynn White: “We Should Have Seen It Coming”     We Should Have Seen It Coming To begin with the dark parts were small tiny black squares in the brightness, we should have seen it growing recognised its full potential noticed the bl…

Breaking Through It needs strength to break new ground when it’s as hard and solid as silence. Or so I thought. It needs strength to break through, to break the mould and reform. Or so I thought. But just suppose, the ground gives up it’s power and allows the colour to break through, bright so the delicate flowers can form, can bloom, can flourish fragile. Will they then open up through the self shattered soil, and melt the frozen silence to make a space, an opening for a warmth, that will shatter even ice. I think so. http://www.florencepoets.com/p/silkworm.html

In the Clouds I’ve seen a dragon in the clouds and a humming bird and a tea table set for tea. Some say they’ve seen Christ or Mohamed, or fairy kings and queens. They have all stayed a while, my shapes in the cloud. None have left. Not until now. Now, when I saw the man with his tufts of hair growing haphazardly here and there. With his open red mouth already blooded. With the sunlight shining through his eyes. I have never seen such colours in the clouds. And now he seems to be leaving, not blown away, but stepping out looking hungrily towards me. SPILLWORDS.COM In The Clouds, poetry written by Lynn White at Spillwords.com Spillwords.com  presents: Spillwords Halloween - In The Clouds, poetry by Lynn White, who lives in North Wales. Her writing is influenced by issues of ...