About face // Poetry by Lynne White

 ABOUT FACE

In those streets

of men and boys,

in that country 

for men and boys,

he felt like a man with no face,

his face space occupied

by a swirling mist of confusion.

So he had to wait, 

as they all waited,

for it to settle down

to see what emerged

if anything did.

Sometimes 

he wished for a blank space

that he could fill himself

with a Magritte apple

or even a woman

un-blanked

and visible.

Sometimes

he wished he could wear

the same face every day,

wake up with it in place

and know it would stay,

know what he would be,

what he could be every day.

TWO FACED

It’s seems I have two faces,

one is my full face 

revealing all

apparently,

the other a profile

one sided

partial.

But they’re the same face,

different views

but the same face,

just the one face.

But still I have two faces

one dark

and one light,

two different faces

revealing all of

lives interventions

hiding in there.

I think it’s the same for you

a face full of revelation

or one side at a time

hiding in the dark

and the light.

About The Author 

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 a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and a Rhysling Award. https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/