Heather Williamson
Poetry on roots, love, life and faith
Tag: Writing
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Awkward
I am socially awkward at times. It’s not something I really thought about until I had to attend a webinar about ADHD. It was being considered that one of our children had ADHD, but it turns out that I do too. I remember sitting there taking notes, not thinking of my children at all. Instead,… Read.
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Resistance is a piece of poetry
Writing is part of the dietI am feeling the pull of the cakeThere are crisps in the kitchen I’m trying to resistBut it’s hard, for goodness’ sakePoems are part of the health planWhen I get the urge to chewI’ll contemplate words and combine themAnd add in a rhyme or twoWhen I get to the final… Read.
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Finding purpose
It was about this time last year that I had that thought again, the one that says, “You should have done better. You must think about how you can improve.” It could be about any number of things, but this was about a familiar one: teaching. I qualified as a primary teacher in the 1990s,… Read.
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The Poetry Shelf
The poetry shelf at the bookshopIs tucked quietly away, right at the backDown a short aisle that is stacked On one side with blue plastic containersAnd a trolley of miscellaneous itemsWaiting to be sortedAll the new hardbacks for ChristmasAnd the 3-for-2 wrapping paper,The book-lover’s gifts, the puzzlesAnd the ping pong setsAre in the open plan… Read.
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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.
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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.
My Wordly Wealth 