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June 7, 2018 ~ liezel graham

With every

word

that I write,

I remove

another

layer of skin.

One day,

I shall

find myself

again.

—Raw.

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on a day in which i do not want to smile, do . not . want happiness oozing lemony sweet from the cracks in . my life . i drive down the A83 towards Arrochar, where . peace has caught me out before, . unexpectedly, . a sweet taste . sudden on my sharp tongue. . i hope for it again. . not praying | not believing . just hoping . it wil hear me call, and . come to me. . that my hands will remember . its soft, silky breath curled up in my palms, that . i will still want to eat its name, . and i am hungry | as i round the bend, . arms long . with longing, i am . stopped in my grief, smalled . by rock | formed . older than the world’s loss . and bigger, . opening up before my eyes a place, . i . want to feel, run . my fingers slowly . through the sugar snow, . soft . all over the grey head of Beinn Ìme . and find i was wrong | that you are still here. . — grief | a year later. . (for a.e.o) . © Liezel Graham 2020. . Photograph by Liezel Graham. . A poem about the you-are-gone-a-whole-year-and-maybe-if-i-blink-i’ll-find-you-are-still-here, kind of anniversary that we all have to look in the eye at some point. . Beinn Ìme is a mountain that forms part of the Arrochar Alps and it is one of my most favourite places. . x . . . . #liezelgrahamwriter #liezelgrahampoetry #poetry #poetsofinstagram #griefpoetry #loss #grief #scotland #arrochar #poetryporn #spilledink #spilledverse #spilledthoughts #words #wordsmith #scottishpoetssociety #liezelgraham #iweepinink #mountains #arrocharalps #indiepoetry #indiepoet #instagrampoetry #amwriting #peace #searchingforpeace #death

my eyes find hers. . i say, . one more push! . you’re almost there. . as women have done for years . since time began, and . suddenly! . a rush of life. . my hands hold . hope, . slick with blood. . i wipe nose and mouth, look for tiny breaths, a whisper on my hands. . she cries. . i smile, but still . no words fall from my tongue. . not yet. . eyes wide with wonder, . he looks at me, i nod . and . there beside the bed, a new-born father . finds, . perfectly folded, . his daughter’s tiny ear, . bends down holy, . softly whispers ancient words filled with God. . — adhaan . © Liezel Graham 2020. . Photograph by Charles Deluvio. . I shared this poem in my writing group this morning and I thought I would share it with all of you over here, too. . The Adhaan (Adhan) is the Muslim call to prayer which a father whispers into the right ear of his newborn baby as soon as possible after birth. . I once delivered a lovely Muslim couple’s first baby and this was an incredibly beautiful rite to witness. . liezel . . . #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetrylovers #poetsofinstagram #indiepoetry #indiepoet #words #wordsmith #poetryisnotdead #poetryporn #spilledink #spilledthoughts #iweepinink #liezelgraham #birth #adhaan #adhan #calltoprayer #faith #midwife #holywords #sacredintheordinary #beautyintheordinary #holymoment #newborn

It’s cold and exceedingly wet in Glasgow today, but I am warm, sitting in a corner of a coffee shop, and I am chasing a poem. . ...and, the barista knows his stuff. . . . #amwriting #amwritingpoetry #coffeelover #writing #poetry #glasgow #poetry #poetsofinstagram #indiepoetry #indiepoet #poetryporn #liezelgraham #words #wordsmith #creativity #chasingcreativity

i want to return to you at the end of a day’s wandering. . my hands filled with feathers from the lemon soft of a blue tit’s chest. . do you remember its song? . and seaglass, smooth like the inside of my wrist as it turns away from the sun, . to face you. . you are freedom and you are an anchor. . a map to the world and the way back. . i want to return to you, over and over, at the end of my wandering. . my hands filled with secrets and love. . — i want to return to you. . © Liezel Graham 2020. . Photograph by Simon Migaj. . . . . #liezelgrahamwriter #poetry #poetsofig #poetsofinstagram #words #wordsmith #liezelgraham #iweepinink #spilledink #spilledthoughts #poetrylovers #poetryisnotdead #poetryporn #indiepoetry #indiepoet #relationship #love #lovepoetry #scotland #beautyintheordinary

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