The Last Bouquet

I’d always loved flowers
and you surrounded me with them.
Those numerous bouquets
would bring me joy,
you said.

And now
the heart of me
is filled with your flowers,
so many flowers scenting my face,
engulfing me in a multi coloured glory
of fragile petals.

And now

that you’ve left me
for the last time
I have flowers to spare
and I think of you
leaving me
flowers

and now

I shall take them outside,
let them follow you out
and wait for the butterflies
to visit my last dying bouquet.

Endless

Endless
that’s how it seemed
a childhood lasting forever,
shining teenage years
never to turn into
grey adulthood surely
and then middle age
speeding up now
and by then we knew.
We knew
not everyone made it,
that life goes on
but not for everyone.
We knew
it wouldn’t last.
Nothing lasts
forever.

Toby

Toby was a jug
back in the day.
He was of his time
an old man then
fashionably dressed.
Now he’s ageless
and more difficult
to characterise.
Animal,
vegetable,
mineral,
alien,
any or all of them
however re-shaped
however mishandled
he still feels like Toby
and still
he’s of his 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. Find Lynn on her website and Facebook

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