Poetry - Lynn White

Perfectly Imperfect It started when we stood hopefully, with our thumbs outstretched by an English roadside. We were heading towards Italy and Yugoslavia without maps or money, or sense of direction. And we made it to Italy. and swam off the rocks, with a man we’d met in a cafe, because he said we could. And we swam and swam until two policemen came, (one very stern and one very twinkly), and said we couldn’t. Nor could we leave the rocks without clothes on, or with clothes clinging to our still wet bodies, or lie on the rocks until we were dry, in case we disconcerted the traffic or populace. This being the main street in Trieste. And we made it to Pec and lived in a house ‘typique du Turque’ with a water pump in the garden and a toilet, also ‘Typique du Turque’, which made us very ill indeed. But the parties were good and the conversations interesting, Even though no one spoke English. And we learned to speak some Albanian, which was always handy. And we survived to sit thi...

Watering Hole I need a watering hole bug or beast, fish or fowl, mammal or mayfly, we all need it sometimes. Sometimes our eyes can catch sight of it in the deserty distance and sometimes it’s close, so close but we’re on the wrong side of the water splattered glass looking out useless so useless we can only see it only cry, cry for help. Will anyone help? Yes or no? We can only hope, hope that the ayes will have it, otherwise the eyes are all there are and only wet enough for the lucky little ones. https://blognostics.net/blognostics-an-innovative-experience-in-literature-poetry-and-art/2020/02/10/watering-hole-by-lynn-white/?fbclid=IwAR220XJ8-UqwBLDSaBgxB9vl4LQkGTthYPqZFgfhO32_Vdhk0y08D1osQNo Watering Hole by Lynn White ‏We all need a watering hole‏ bug or beast, ‏fish or fowl,‏ mammal or mayfly, ‏we all need it ‏sometimes....READ MORE BLOGNOSTICS.NET Watering Hole by Lynn White ‏ Watering Hole by Lynn White ‏We all need a watering hole...

The Day The Sun Burned The sun is burning molten falling to earth little by little Turning the sea to fire first. The land will be next, forest and desert, mountains and plains flaming. It’s falling little by little like blown glass melting It looks like a bright angel now but the angels have burned and this final fire will pipe the last post as it crashes and burns leaving nothing, but darkness when the fires burn out and the light melts away. https://www.redplanetmagazine.com/archive ARCHIVE | Redplanet View the latest issue of Red Planet and purchase your issue today.

Survivor I am not sure how I did it, how I survived a lucky chance maybe, but here I am still standing straight against the wind, the hot, hot wind which has turned the soil into rippling sand the rippling sand of the unwashed desert. I am not sure how I did it and I am not sure how long I can stay here standing alone in the rippling sand of the unwashed desert. https://pondersavant.com/…/06/lynn-white-love-starts-with-…/

Still Broken Hearted Something new will come from it I’m sure. I think I’ve found the key at last. I tried so hard to hold it together to keep it from breaking even though the signs were all so ominous in the end there was nothing I could do the lock had jammed the darkness filled you to overflowing and split your heart in two. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B083D8K4X1… To raise funds for victims of the Australian bushfires, this is a collection of dark Valentine's Day tales. A charity anthology to raise funds for the Australian bushfire victims... All sale proceeds will be donated to the Australian Red Cross.  To raise funds for victims of the Australian bushfires, this is a collection of dark Valentine's Day tales. A charity anthology to raise funds for the Australian bushfire victims... All sale proceeds will be donated to the Australian Red Cross. Thank you for buing and hope you enjoy these stories... AMAZON.COM Burning Love and Bleeding Heart...

Coming Together It was your idea to take shelter here, warm and dry you said and we could have a drink until the rain stopped. So we did. It was fun. But still the rain kept falling so we played a game took turns two at a time placing one hand above, one hand below pushing each other away so we could create space for us to come together that first time. And still the rain fell so we stayed a while longer. It was fun. We didn’t notice that the others had left. We didn’t notice that the rain had stopped. It still makes us smile together. http://www.praxismagonline.com/coming-together-by-lynn-whi…/ Coming Together It was your idea to take shelter here, warm and dry you said and we could have a drink until the rain stopped. So we did. It was fun. But still the rain kept falling so we played a game took turns two at a time placing one hand above, one hand below … PRAXISMAGONLINE.COM “Coming Together” by Lynn White |Praxis Magazine for Arts & Litera...

Smoking Gun I know I’m no angel but I’m not a devil either I said. They said I would cause a sea of blood and it does look a bit like that except, I think the sea may be the sky and the blood a red moon glow, I’m unsure, confused, but I know it’s not me who held the smoking gun. See it’s just a cigarette. I know I’m under age but that’s all it is a cigarette which lit up the sky and bloodied the sea, made them both red and gave me a halo. http://www.sirenscallpublications.com/…/SirensCallEZine_Oct…