It’s said many a story has a happy ending,
but I doubt it,
not in the end.
”To cease upon the midnight with no pain”
is the best that
can be hoped for
and it seems rather a melancholic take
There may be a few brief encores,
but when the final curtain falls
your performance is over,
And you won’t be invited to the after show party
even though your presence may be felt.
First published in Literary Yard, October 2020
Far Horizons, Distant Dreams
Once the light shone so brightly
that time and distance stretched for ever,
the horizon at infinity strung with the pearls
of distant dreams.
And in between
just waiting to be grasped.
But then, as the light dimmed,
time and distance collapsed inwards
dragging the horizon closer
the spent remains
Only the dreams stretched further
beyond the horizon now
in the fading light.
Soon I’ll reach them
and perhaps discover myself
as part of someone else’s dream.
First Published in Lion And Lilac, August 2021
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 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.
Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/
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