Playthings

It’s the need to possess

that baffles me,

the need to own 

objects

of no decretive

or use value,

objects

destined to become 

encumbrances

sooner or later,

passive playthings

out of their time

moved on

into a time

when even the box,

it’s wrapping

and ribbons

fails to excite creativity.

Playthings 

destined to become 

encumbrances

sooner or later.

Ever sooner

as time

moves

on.

Poetry by Lynn White

Image by Adam Strong

Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her poetry 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. Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and bit.ly/3pUZpWe