My Wordly Wealth

Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Category: Poetry

  • 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.

  • Waiting rooms

    I have had the covid this week, in all the humidity. Some days are just about the waiting…. Waiting for the cool air to returnAnd bring a breezeWaiting for the chance to sleep againWith much more easeWaiting for a dawning light to cheerThe heavy heartFor the day that brings an endTo all our time apartWaiting… Read.

  • I took my scalpel to a poem

    I asked myself one day what made a poem a poem. I might have done better to ask other people, obviously, because it turns out I don’t know!! I decided it might well be a mystery, and also rather subjective – a bit like asking “What is worthy of being called art?” I took my… Read.

  • Finding shade

    On this hot dayTo find reliefI hover softly underneathA tree replete with Perfect leafWaiting in the cool beneath Read.

  • Wild

    While admiring the wild flowers in the park today, a volunteer gardener told me what corncockles were. I always think it’s strange that meadow flowers need a designated area – in case they get out of hand! The bedding plants newly set in soilHave colours chosen for artistic effectWell spacedAs if lined up on invisible… Read.

  • This is me

    This is meI’ll tell you the truthI want you to like meI say “This is how I am -People can like me or not”But it isn’t how I feel insideWe were meant to live In communityTo know, to care, to likeEven loveWhy then is it so easyTo judge -To be jealous, envious, cruel?It’s so easyBut… Read.

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