On the Edge Of Emptiness by Lynn White



I’m standing on the edge,

on the rim
of the perimeter,
on the outside

I’m not sure where I’m looking,
outwards over the horizon
or inwards to the inner depth,
the inside of something grey,
the only colours those reflected
on the outside, in the outer space
of the blue sky and beyond.

Perhaps they’re the same
part of my imagining
of things as they used to be.

So I stand here
which way to go
carrying the bag
that once carried my dreams.
It’s almost empty now.
Like this place
full of emptiness.

© 2020 Lynn White


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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, Light Journal and So It Goes.

Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and on Facebook


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