poet and storyteller
it has always been this way, you know—people seeing God only in themselves. there are so many stones about. —dear God, they fit a hand so comfortably. instead we might sit in the company of a tree and listen to a blackbird singing its song—how it wages hope with its life. it knows nothing of... Continue Reading →
I didn’t know how much disappointment I would have to exchange in order to finally eat the light. If I had known that ‘change’ was a dirty word and that ‘ideas in my head’ could be a curse, would I have given myself a ‘yes’? Would I have picked it up from the floor where... Continue Reading →
will you for this moment taste the sweetness of your tea as it fills your mouth and in the warmth not borrow anything from tomorrow, or even the rest of your life not even joy will you receive the firm lip of the cup as it curves—allow your soft mouth to fully know this moment... Continue Reading →
love stands at the bottom of the field, waiting. eyes searching the fog of each new day, calls out to to your stumbling feet: ‘my wandering love, there you are—you have come home!’ — love, loves © Liezel Graham 2020 Image source Pixabay Sometimes, I am tempted to explain my words, I’ll let this one... Continue Reading →
the sweet peas that trail along the fence at the bottom of the garden, didn’t plant themselves you know. they had to come from somewhere. i had to decide what to do with my eyes, had to choose where to put my hands. i chose to bury them in the dirt. i could have gone... Continue Reading →
This is a very long, very naked post that has taken me years to write and share. I have loved stories and books ever since I was very young. I used to (still do) get lost inside a book and many afternoons were spent lying stretched out on my tummy listening to stories on the... Continue Reading →
you ask for a sign? tell me—is your heart soft in your hands? is it full? is it fed? is it satisfied? does it ask for more—does it still want more, is it allowed more? do you need to know anything else? — is this the sign you were waiting for? © Liezel Graham 2020.... Continue Reading →
someone has to be the first. someone bends down, looks for a stone takes aim, throws. let it not be me. please, let me not be the one who chooses this for a name. — choice © Liezel Graham 2020. choice is a powerful force. someone has to be the first to pick up that... Continue Reading →
just for today let me be all the things that your tired heart needs. sit with me, hold my hand, don’t speak. we don’t need words everywhere, a future mapped on slate. if we let it, tomorrow will plant its own tree for us to shelter under. — just for today | let’s just be... Continue Reading →
i don’t know when i learnt how to do this, this soft-subtle warfare that falls from my tongue. how i send words out of my mouth, after letting each one climb rough-shod up the rose-dotted trellis of my throat, without allowing them to pick a single bloom first, only thorns. in my defence, sometimes i... Continue Reading →
