Poetry - Lynn White

  Dead Peoples Stuff For Sale “Tell it how it is,” the manager said, when she asked me to write the sign   and design the promotional material. ”Something eye-catching and straightforward.” Well,   I usually knew the owners, and the people who were once owners. I’ve lived here long enough, longer than she has. So I should know. Yes, I knew they were no longer with us. I didn’t know if their past possessions   were antiques, or nearly new, or even used or slightly soiled. But I knew the one time owners, knew they were no longer with us. So I did as I was asked. It was a snappy caption, I thought. Certain to grab the attention of   potential buyers. Yes, I always follow instructions, I explained at my next job interview and I know how to tell it how it is. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B091K89Z6P?fbclid=IwAR3HwW-YaME5VaKB8d_Sx8JaeMBbvl-gJ3rYSVu2Miv32E0_zDhFdjPOPNo

  How To Float They told me a stone would never float. I didn’t believe them so I threw it carefully on to the water. It stayed there on the surface, a miracle! So I threw another carefully to land on top and then another and another. Now a stack of stones was floating   on the water. They told me a stone would never hang in the air. I didn’t believe them so I threw it carefully upwards. It stayed there in the air, a miracle!   So I threw another to land underneath and then another and another. Now a stack of stones was hanging in the air casting its shadow on the water. Believe in the miracles you can make. Don’t believe what they tell you. Cast a long shadow. https://uglywriters.com/2021/04/03/how-to-float/?fbclid=IwAR29QDEhzEgdZwJGiGhVl7GZ9WQ_osdGC0ucb9nNQHn01UHnzyS7ITBY4F4

  Spring Dreams I close my eyes   and listen to the first sounds of spring. Hear the bees fly past and feel their warm settling when sometimes they alight on me as if they wish to examine this strange creature, this lone interloper   in their world. I open my eyes   when I feel them so that I can admire their beauty and strangeness before they move on, flying or crawling, off to make their honey they leave me alone again. https://impspired.com/2021/04/01/lynn-white-3/ https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/191413026X

  Follow That! Where I go, no one can follow. I won’t let them. But perhaps no one would want to, after all,   I’ve been to some strange places at inappropriate visiting times and now I can only go there in my dreams. Follow that if you can, I tell them! But they can’t. They never could. https://impspired.com/2021/04/01/lynn-white-3/ https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/191413026X

  Spinning I’m spinning a sphere of mirrored glass and I’m seeing my world   differently. Upside down. Round and round. Making me dizzy. But perhaps it was always upside down and spinning out of control in any   case. Perhaps. Perhaps it always will be. https://impspired.com/2021/04/01/lynn-white-3/ https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/191413026X

  Rosamunde “Happy Easter!” you said. I’m trying to smile as I thank you. “She’s called Rosamunde”, you said, a pretty name for a pretty chicken. I try to smile as I thank you. for Easter eggs to come. I wonder if I should show you my new garden, but perhaps now is not the best of times. I wonder what Rosamunde will make of it’s neat patchwork of flowers and it’s spotless deck.   I try to smile as I thank you   for Rosamunde your generous gift of Easter eggs to come. https://pondersavant.com/2020/08/09/two-frogs-other-poems-by-lynn-white/?fbclid=IwAR0vvFy5hAEO4uLxI0nAC3vKFy91FwnQ3e6yRoHps_-KWpfV31FUb8jYwH8

  Brenda’s Turtle When I was a child, Brenda’s turtle walked into the hot, hot embers. No one knew why. So badly burned we thought him ready   for an easeful, sleepy death. “No, no” said the vet, “very resilient, turtles, could live to be a hundred.” I would like to tell you that he made the hundred, but he’s not quite there yet, though he still seems happy enough. https://www.blurb.co.uk/bookstore/invited/9147032/4f388b493ed81ff97bac08fa8ca533b167ccbc94