Two Poems | Lynn White

Time Passes

The pier is still standing

but it’s all that remains.

No boats will tie up

there again.

The sea has moved away

from here

so there aren’t any fishermen

to bring in their catch

or to hang their rods over the side.

The fish have left with the sea

and time stands still now

still as an empty watch

watching it all

pass by.




Once they were dreams,

dreams like clouds floating fluffily

in the bright blue sky,

or nightmares stuck fast

in the dark.

That was before,


they became real,

I didn’t know

couldn’t tell


they became real.

And then they became memories

faded like washed out clothes

soon to be discarded

then forgotten.

I thought I would forget.

I think I did forget

but that was before,


the soap suds broke them down

as if they were a virus,

We washed them clean,

skimmed the scum

so that the newly rinsed memories

could live,

live as brightly

as before.

Photo by mitchell nijman on Unsplash


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 has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Consequence Journal, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Gyroscope Review, Blue Pepper, Arachne Press and So It Goes. and


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