by Lynn White
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| Source: Religion Dispatches |
They hang like towels.
Towels hung out
to dry in the wind
line upon line of them
blowing in the wind,
prayer flags
sending thoughts
sending blessings
wind dried leftovers
from days gone by
when laundry was line-dried
and peace and goodwill were sent
as thoughts and prayers
on the wind
not in the ether.
But in the end
it was never enough.
it was never enough.
In the end
it made no difference
how.
it made no difference
how.
In the end
they’re still hung out to dry.
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 and writes hoping to find an audience for her musings. 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. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Peach Velvet, Light Journal, and So It Goes. Find Lynn at https://www.