On The Beach
I’ve seen the towers many times
pebbles piled up high
all shapes and sizes
finely balanced
temporarily
against the incoming tide.
I’ve admired them
I thought them surreal,
a little out of place.
But I’ve become used to them,
they’ve become an ubiquitous part
of a normal beach scene
no more hyper-real
than the chocolate box images
of thatch and English cottage gardens.
Only the face or artifice
of Art.
Catch Them Now
Snowflakes blowing gently,
fragile as shadows
smiling in the soft light.
So soft.
Catch them quickly in your hair.
Catch them now
or lose them
like a moment in time.
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 was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Gyroscope Review and So It Goes.
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