Hand in hand.
Quiet footsteps
that didn’t break the silence.
She looked up at me and smiled.
Author: 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.
Letting Go
Perhaps I did see you
in the distance of my
imagination.
Aftermath
My life has not been changed.
All is the same.
So why the difference now
that you’re really in the past,
Magic Words
They say you have a magic tongue
that can weave the words
falling
from your mouth into tapestries
laced with gold thread.
Reflection
Tell me, mirror,
which face do you see
behind the glass?
Turn Of The Tide
We will wait for the tide to turn.
It will carry us away
wave after wave
gathering up the debris
which surrounds us
sucking it up like so much dust
Water Under The Bridge
Water Under The Bridge The Canadian canoe submerged as we got in too clumsily. The cushions brought thoughtfully for comfort were soaked along with everything else. Then we discovered that we were unable to coordinate our paddling so moving along the narrow canal in a straight line was impossible. Thus we made slow progress. And…
Shoes
Sometimes shoes
can become iconic,
represent us,
make a statement
about ourselves,
about who we are.
Where Lies Reality
The only air is within me
and the bubbles lost to me
The only air is within me
and the bubbles lost to me
which soon will cease
as I continue to float
upwards.
Look This Way
Look this way.
Turn away from the salt wind.
There’s nothing to fear.
Let me see your face.
I know mine looks a little strange,
but there’s nothing to fear,
nothing.