Leaving
Saying nothing, taking nothing, leaving nothing behind. Without saying goodbye.
Lynn White
I live in north Wales. I have been writing at various points in my life since I was in my teens. My work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people I has known or imagined. I am especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality.
Predictable
To change where I am is the easy part. To change who I am is difficult, hardly possible. But without this change, nothing will change
Dragonfly
Sometimes, letting go of a person, or even just memory of a person is painful. Similar to freeing a dragonfly. Setting free a dragonfly only to get bitten in the process.
Letting Go
I dreamt I saw you. Perhaps I did see you in the distance of my imagination. And I caught the moment stilled in shock and held on to it.
Above It All
SometimesI will climb so high that I’ll have no way back, no wish to go back only to stay above it all.
River
I look into the river and see myself in reflection. Colorfast but unstable, I move helplessly in it’s flow. I am constantly being moved and changed,
Where Am I?
Where shall I sit in this place I don’t know. Which side of the aisle Should I be.
The Chase
Moments passed. She spread her hands, arms outstretched. A helpless gesture of excuse me, what can I do?
Sweet Sangria
Hand in hand. Quiet footsteps that didn’t break the silence. She looked up at me and smiled.
Letting Go
Perhaps I did see you in the distance of my imagination.