My Wordly Wealth

Heather Williamson

Poetry on roots, love, life and faith

Tag: friendship

  • Add friend

    When I was youngfriendship happenedon the streetor the playgroundor, if it rained, inside my houseor yours. It didn’t existin words that mysteriously arrived before meas I sat quietly reading my bookor eating my tea.The same was true of unfriendship.If you decided you didn’t like meI would no longer see youon the streetor in the playgroundor… Read.

  • Rosena, Rosana

    Three was always tricky in friendshipunless you quietly assented to joinbut remain on the edge.Granted the favour of being second choiceif first choice wouldn’t play.Learning to swallow the sorrow of being therebut not essential—I’m Rosena, she’s Rosana, you’re just Rosie!SniggersIn the mornings,sat between another two as we aredriven to school by someone’s mum.Supposed friendsas you… Read.

  • Too

    I am too.Too sensitive.I feel your displeasureI don’t know what to doSo I just feel it.All day. All night.I wish I could change it.I am too eager.You asked a questionWanted a volunteer.Pick me!I think.I have an idea.I am too slow.Tardy.Late.I was feeling those feelingsAnd trying to decideIf I said too much.Again.Then I realised the time.Too.I… 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.

  • 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.

  • Weathered love

    I want lived-in loveThe hot heat of romance burns itself outBut the quiet strength of weathered loveHas something moreLove that has sat upon a tempestuous seaOf sorrow or troubleThat has desperately wept at hopelessnessOr sickness long sufferedBut has risen still with the dawnAnd with deliberate fresh devotionThis is loveThis outlasts, outstrips the sprint of early… Read.

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