Poetry - Lynn White

  Turtle Well my turtle you may be slow but you get there in the end determinedly. And you’ll walk through fire to do it  and survive the flames and anything else that the devil may conjure up you’ll survive it. He won’t ever make soup of you however hard he tries you’ll survive. https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2025/04/life-of-reptile.html

  Newt I can understand  why on a hot, hot day, Lawrence’s snake appeared thirstily at his water trough. And why his lizard ran out onto a rock to flaunt himself in the sunshine. But why on a wet, wet day, a newt should leave her splendidly moist habitat and venture hazardously into the dry warmth of my kitchen, that I cannot understand. And, of course she couldn’t explain. https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2025/04/life-of-reptile.html

  Lizard The lizard ran out  quickly. He sat on a rock  and looked up slowly checking the progress  of the sun. It suited him so he stayed and stayed soaking up the warmth relaxing. Relaxed but alert only moving when disturbed by food or danger moving quickly then back into his hideaway. https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2025/04/life-of-reptile.html

  Waiting I’m not waiting for ageing or changing, for growing, restoring, or recreating the mask. I’m not waiting for structures to collapse and reform and reshape and remake themselves from the ruins. I’m not waiting for the revolution in thinking, in acting, in feeling, to happen when the walls finally fall. No. I’ll dig the tunnels. Then I’ll wait. Wait for you  to scramble through to greet me then we’ll be away, through with our waiting. https://coldrambler.blogspot.com/2025/04/waiting-by-lynn-white.html

  Grains of Time Time is running out for me And I sit here gazing into space Watching each grain trickle away. I can't catch them, Can't stop them, Can't slow them down Or speed them up. I can only live the moment As it passes. https://indiamasticadores.wordpress.com/2025/04/24/grains-of-time-by-lynn-white/

  Once Once I was whole. Complete. Unbroken. Once I breathed air. Once I walked. I spoke, I smiled,   I looked sad. Yes,   once I had feelings. And then, my sadness was selected. Chosen and frozen in it’s beauty. And then, the rest of me decayed, vanished, returned to dust. And now even the effigy is broken, the marble decaying. Only sadness remains. And soon,   even that will join me in the dust. https://edgeofhumanity.com/2025/04/22/once/?fbclid=IwY2xjawJ0NWNleHRuA2FlbQIxMQABHv8WrYiX_32uC3GIXh6P6RHUS4dXyLvPL3QDe-DcVGnPv1LfW48TusJ5iiQs_aem_1xGivl0BWo2V57d4SAjaIg

  Lady Day Hey Lady Day won’t you stay Lady Day. And sing   Lady Day your reedy thin warble bursting out with power and presence. You never found a place   to run to so stay Lady Day. https://www.jerryjazzmusician.com/21-jazz-poems-on-the-21st-april-2025/