My Wordly Wealth

Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Category: Poetry

  • What will you leave behind?

    What will you leave behind as you go?I hope I leave only footprintsWhere I have journeyedNot the scratch of graffiti On the lives that touched mineNor the rotting stench of bad attitudeOr ugly behaviourLittering the paths I trodI cannot tellI fear there are wounds I have givenI wish I might with kindnessWipe them awayBut gentleness… Read.

  • Diagnosis

    We were supposed to have brioche rolls for teaTo put the burgers inThree evenings a week we have mealsThat arrive at our house in a big, red boxI put the fridge things away firstObviouslyBut there was no clear place to put the briocheSo I put it somewhere elseIt’s been a funny dayI tried rather helplessly… Read.

  • Poetic Licen.ce

    I don’t understandThe rules an y moredOes anybody know how poetry…Should Be punct/u@ted?It isn’t like Shakespeare these days Who # writes # sonnets # now?I am bic pentameter sounds like declaration of a new identity And limericks belong in children’s joke booksSoWeWriteListsAndSayIt’sPoetryOr a paragraph of prose devoid of any real useful punctuation and putBreaks in… Read.

  • When I sleep

    Why, when I sleep, do I returnLike a wound never healedTo a home I used to know?I walk the roomsAnd pick up trinketsNow covered in dustThat were once precious to meI stuff my pockets with themThinking “I am so gladI got to come backOne more time – To take away the treasure That meant so… Read.

  • I write so I can breathe

    I writeSo I can breatheA blank page Is suffocatingPen to paperPierces a holeIn the wallsOf this vacuumAnd the wordsAre airI writeSo I can sleepMy dreams are freeWhen I have Taken out my tangledThoughtsAnd pressed them Between the pagesLike flowersLeft to dryI writeSo I can feel -Like getting upFrom kneeling too longIn one spotThe pain is… Read.

  • Cancellation

    One of the things I find so worrying about social media, is the power to wound with our words, and perhaps worse, to silence, alienate and “cancel” those we disagree with. Our freedom of speech should be protected. We should feel free to speak our minds, but respectfully. You disagree with meI can’t deal with… Read.

  • Friendship is love

    I do not want to hold your handBut I am glad if you haveA hand to holdI may not wish you were mineAll aloneBut I wish you so happyI do not want you toGaze into my eyesBut to stand beside meTo admire the same viewI hope you are safeWarmFedLovedAnd if you are notLet me hold… Read.

  • Let go

    Is this my seaside?The name is rightThe pier stretches out stillBut no-one walks along itThe fairground closed and quietThe endless reaches of sandNow taken by grassNot to be walked onIs this my seaside?I think it wasThe Victorian shop frontsStill standBut not thronged todayBy holiday makersPerhaps it is the rainPerhaps we weren’t to blameWe didn’t let… Read.

  • Happy Birthday

    I wished your birthday happyIn the quietness of my heartWho knows if things are measured in yearsIn heavenIf you still mark the beginning of your time on earthOr if it is more seemly to keep a record Of your arrival there?And I wonder if you knowHow those who loved youStill count the daysSince you were… Read.

  • Unmasking

    Was there a wordFor the different you feltAs yet again your reactionBlundered loudly in front of everyone?Was it that you were too eager?Too impulsive?Were they talking in secret code?You thought their meaning was plainAnd so you respondedTo be met once moreWith eye rollsAnd sniggersWhy was it you that was wrong?Why was it not they who… Read.

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