LYNN WHITE

 

In Dreams

Do you dream in color,

or are your dreams grey,

muted monochromes,

pale imitations of reality.

Are they flat almost featureless

in a blurred mist,

or are they stark

black and white.

No grey.

No doubt.

Are your sleeping eyes prisms

to reflect the outside in,

in a spectrum of rainbowed glory.

Or are you afraid.

Afraid to let it enter

your unconsciousness.

Afraid to set it free

to make a kaleidoscope 

of shades and tones

to recreate

a new reality

in glorious color.

Do you remember?

Wanderers

All those lost people wandering the streets,

perambulating among the purposeful passersby.

Loose souls, dreaming products

waiting to be fixed in frames, 

or penciled in, 

placed on a page, or stage,

stabilized, 

finished by my hand.

Finished off.

They are the products of my day or night dreams.

They don’t draw glances from the others

even though they are a little strange.

Even though, they are not quite right.

Eccentric beings who don’t quite belong

here 

wandering,

perhaps falling,

tumbling, 

waving their arms,

or wings.

And the others pass by

purposefully, 

oblivious.

Sometimes though, 

they may inhabit the others, 

briefly take over the passersby, 

the purposeful ones

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 has been nominated for Pushcarts, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award.