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Remembering You

Remembering You

A ghostly flower blooming and withering,
(or blot) blinking with colors that strain to brightness,
to equal those of what were seen before;
fragments, with the music or plain utterances
attempting to be as loud (or as soft)
as what they really were...

But all in vain.

Blurred and ephemeral. Just for a haunting and fleeting...
Many times an unexpected visitor,
an intruder, inside...

What is complete and constant is that depressing spirit:

Void of form and details, yet lingering, encumbering,
dragging. Punctuated, highlighted,
by the thief that intermittently
gives, curses, and leaves

with a piece.

How Will I Know You

How Will I Know You


How will I know you,

the man behind the mask.

I can recognise you

with the mask in place.


And sometimes it may slip and reveal ....

another layer, another mask, perhaps

masquerading as an unguarded comment

wearing stage clothes, even if naked.


You are in there somewhere.

But even though I peel off

layer after layer,


mystery after mystery

I still never find you.

Lynn White

Lynn White lives in a one time industrial area in the mountains of north Wales. She has been writing since her teens. Her work is influenced by her surroundings, her past and present and the effect of the demise of industry has on the landscape and the people inhabiting it.  Issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined feature in her work. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality.



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