Poetry from Lynn White

Found Objects

On each beach they’ve been different.

at home there

washed up gently by lapping waves

or thrown by high seas.

Now they’re at home

in my house.

Each beach together,

captured memories now.



It starts with one.

One skylark singing.

Then the robins 

and blackbirds

the early birds,

then the wrens 

and warblers.


Can you hear them still?

Don’t sleep.

Don’t wait

to hear 

the silence.


Night Light

There are light spaces in the dark

Places for light to shine through,

for stars to dance,

for neons to cast

their artificial glow.

Hidden places where glowworms

call to their mates. 

And the infinite space where lightening cuts

through the night time storm like glass

and finds a home

in some dark

place and lights

it up.

Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/

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