Poems by Lynn White Archives - The Ugly Writers

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,

By Lynn White, 1 month1 month ago

Where Am I?

Where shall I sit
in this place
I don’t know.
Which side of the aisle
Should I be.

By Lynn White, 2 months2 months ago

The Chase

Moments passed.
She spread her hands,
arms outstretched.
A helpless gesture
of excuse me,
what can I do?

By Lynn White, 3 months3 months ago

Sweet Sangria

Hand in hand.
Quiet footsteps
that didn’t break the silence.
She looked up at me and smiled.

By Lynn White, 4 months4 months ago

Letting Go

Perhaps I did see you
in the distance of my
imagination.

By Lynn White, 5 months5 months ago

Aftermath

My life has not been changed.
All is the same.
So why the difference now
that you’re really in the past,

By Lynn White, 7 months7 months ago

Magic Words

They say you have a magic tongue
that can weave the words
falling
from your mouth into tapestries
laced with gold thread.

By Lynn White, 8 months6 months ago

Reflection

Tell me, mirror,

which face do you see

behind the glass?

By Lynn White, 9 months9 months ago

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

By Lynn White, 10 months7 months ago

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 Read more…

By Lynn White, 11 months10 months ago

Poems

Shoes

Sometimes shoes
can become iconic,
represent us,
make a statement
about ourselves,
about who we are.

By Lynn White, 11 months11 months ago