Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 11/23/22

Art Therapy

See how my mind is playing hopscotch
jumping from one idea to another
creating a beautiful world
of colour
of writing
of music.

You try to make sense of it
and conclude
there’s no sense to be made
from a mind
that’s taken leave of its senses.

But I understand it all
and I’m here
watching you
as you try to work it out
watching you fail,
and feeling
satisfied.

©2022 Lynn White All rights reserved.

Lynn White

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, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Light Journal and So It Goes. Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 09/02/22

Being And Nothingness

If all the world is a stage
then nothing is happening
in this theatre of the absurd.
Nothingness is being played out now

the gods have lost control
of the merry go round
and freedom reigns
in a world
where gods are meaningless
as Santa in summer
or stars in the sea.
They have walk on parts
to give the audience a laugh
but nothing to say anymore.

Meaninglessness raises a laugh.
They can’t work it out
so it must be funny
surely.
Otherwise
what remains

but to
look around the stalls
and the circle
and the gods
to see
what that company
of actors,
that company of strangers
make of it.

They’re looking at each other
searching for something
to make sense
of what’s happening on stage,
of what’s happening in life

now the merry go round has stopped turning
and there is no meaning,
no purpose
anymore.

©2022 Lynn White All rights reserved.

Lynn White

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, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Light Journal and So It Goes.

Find Lynn at:
https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com
https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 06/08/22

Crazy Horse

They said I was a dog in a manger
stealing what was meant for others
more needy than I was.

I never understood.

Firstly,
I always thought I was a horse.

Secondly,
I was surviving by eating
whenever I could.
Surely that was right,
what was expected
in this world
of dog eat dog
and winner takes all.

No,
they said
I was mad,
off my head
I should know my place
which was at the end of the line,
should wait my turn,
and be grateful for any crumbs
left in the manger.

That was when I lost it,
really lost my head.

©2022 Lynn White All rights reserved.

Lynn White

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, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Light Journal and So It Goes.

Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 02/09/22

Underworld

The book belonged to my cousin.
A relic of her childhood
it was thick and heavy.
Greek legends,
she told me,
myths and fantasies,
gods and goddesses,
not quite fairy stories
and not many pictures,
not enough to interest me,
the eight year old me,
so we both thought.

But then it fell open
and so entranced me
that I was afraid
to look
at the dark
fearsome picture,
the god of the underworld,
a king and his queen
both dark as night.

I closed it quickly,
then opened it
just as quickly
again and again.
I did this each time I visited
just to feel the pleasure of the fear.

She gave it to me eventually,
sacrificed her book to my fear
which wore away
with familiarity.

But the book remained,
so did the underworld
and its dark god.

©2022 Lynn White All rights reserved.

Lynn White

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, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Light Journal and So It Goes. Find Lynn at:
https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077