reflections.

the poet is always a mirror.

— reflections.

© Liezel Graham 2020.

Image by Inga Gezalian.
{Source: Unsplash}

a thought for the poets and also
something a little introspective.

allow your creativity to be a reflection.

in your words:

be brave.
be fearless.
be kind.
be honest.
be unapologetic.
be a map.
be a compass.
be hope.

you have words.
use them wisely.

liezel

MAJESTY 2020—an upcoming creative event in Nelson, NZ.

Friends, I am thrilled to announce that in April this year, I shall be taking part in an exciting creative event hosted by Atelier Studio Gallery in Nelson, NZ:

MAJESTY 2020—an Art & Faith Incubator.

I shall be facilitating a workshop on ‘Exploring Vulnerability and Courage in Creativity.’

In this workshop we shall explore how to step deeper into ourselves as CREATIVES in order to explore the courage required to live, and thus create, vulnerably, and how this allows us to encourage and bring hope to others.

I am in wonderfully fine company with David James (host and Visual Artist), Simon Hunter (Visual Artist), Jill Smith (Visual Artist & Art Therapist), Mark Raffills (Poet) and Dean & Jo McQuoid (Worship Leaders).

It’s going to be a wonderful time of sharing, learning and creating!

Click on the link below for further details.

https://mailchi.mp/9221e4cb4346/majesty-2020-an-art-faith-incubator

on manuscripts and love.

The behind-the-scenes glamour of a book being born.

It’s cold and blowing a hooley out there. In other words it’s the perfect weather for sitting snugly underneath a duvet and deciding which poems go where in manuscript number 2.

Also the perfect excuse to drink copious amounts of hazelnut flavoured coffee.

Now you know some of my deep, writerly secrets and it pretty much boils down to good coffee, and lots of it too!

A Counting of Love, is a beautiful collection of poems and prose poems about love and how it is the golden thread in our lives.

Old love, new love, love as it ends, love as it begins, sacred love, love for our children… love as the glue that holds us together, always.

x

ee cummings at midnight.

i am eve

paradise has found me

after midnight

in the unlined hours

of this day

consumed

by words

i am

consumed

falling

into

my

hands

there are poems

here

that breathe

that have

secrets

i hold them

a little bit longer

than i should

they are the soft skin

of my grandmother’s hands

they are

the happy sitting

around a christmas table

before we splintered

i hold

all of this

sweet fat

that fills

dripping down my chin

into the hollow

of my collar bones

i keep all my secrets

there

it satisfies

i am

for a moment

full

yet

it leaves me

empty

again

and

hungry

for

more

is what i crave

haven’t i always been

chasing glorious things

wildly

i wonder how

there are people

bored

with life

when there is so much to eat

on this page.

— ee cummings at midnight.

© Liezel Graham 2020.

Photograph by Zoltan Tasi.

A poem about losing yourself in the words of a poet in a darkly, quiet house, when all you hear is silence and all your hunger is filled with the richness of another’s words.

liezel

{Chasing Brave}. A writing group with me, on Facebook.

After pulling my hair out and adding a few more frown lines to my forehead over the last few days, the writing group off my Facebook author page, is FINALLY ready.

If you are not sure whether you will enjoy the group, here are the group rules. You do NOT have to be an experienced writer. I am not going to teach Creative Writing. We shall explore how to write more bravely and with more courage than we have up until now, together as a group.

If you are keen to join in on the weekly prompts, please request to join via the link. It is a private group.

https://www.facebook.com/groups/2507722909509651/?ref=share

For those of you who have no interest in writing—everything here will stay the same! Thank you for reading my poetry and my stories!

{Chasing Brave} Writing Group Housekeeping Rules.

1) In this group everyone is welcome regardless of religion, belief, gender, sexual orientation or race. Please don’t post links to other sites and any content that can be considered spam. Please respect each other.

2) I will share a weekly prompt either on a Friday, Saturday, or Sunday. We will explore how to look inward (with courage) and write outward (with brave vulnerability).

3) If you share what you have written, please mention whether you want any feedback from the rest of the group.

4) I am not a Creative Writing teacher, so I will not be focusing on technique. I want to help you take your writing a bit deeper—help you explore taking the layers off.

5) Encourage each other. Be kind! Remember that some members are beginners, others are more experienced at writing, but ALL of us require courage to share our work and our stories with strangers—hopefully we won’t be strangers for long!

6) Let’s turn this into a beautiful, safe, supportive writing community!

7) You do not have to share what you have written with the group, however please try and let us know how the writing exercise allowed you to grow (or not).

If you want to explore writing in a more vulnerable manner, then please join in! We are quite a large group at the moment and I am still finding my way around facilitating such a large number of people, but it is already productive and there has been some brave sharing.

 

liezel

my words are always making poems.

the poet fears the loss of words to rearrange on paper, and

there are many places in the heart that a drought can happen, but

last night i told my son a story before sleep claimed him from me,

and he laughed,

and laughed.

his mouth a happy moon in a dark night, and

this morning my words carried the sun on their shoulders as they left my mouth to call him back, and

he heard, and smiled in his sleep.

that is how far they can travel when they do not need my

permission.

the poet fears the loss of words that will obey her on paper, but

see how many quiet ones slip out when she is not looking, but

they will not be shaped into poems where they do not want to live.

no.

some words are made to fall all over sleep-soft skin.

they are made entirely of love.

— my words are always making poems.

© Liezel Graham 2019.

Photograph by Magda Ehlers.

the thing that gave you joy, is (still) waiting.

do you still have that dream?

the one that you have been dressing and,

undressing

since you were little.

breathing in the joy

of knowing that

this,

this beautiful thing

belongs to you,

and

only you, but

then

they made

you build a fence

around the thing

that makes you happy.

keeping you out,

and away

from it.

your

face

pressed

right up against the magic,

but

not

close

enough.

did they say,

who do you think you are,

and

that will never happen,

and

you are not like them,

you are like us,

and

people like us don’t dream.

and,

you

think

you

are

so much better than us.

but

you

are

not.

do you remember it now?

i thought you might.

the voices

are pretty much the same,

no matter who you are,

or who you were,

once-upon-a-time.

and that fence

might be overgrown by now.

mine was.

and it might be higher

than it seemed

when you still believed

in dreams.

that happens.

so, don’t you worry

about

weeds,

and thorns,

and strangling things,

that can be cut back,

ripped out,

and

broken down.

that will be the easy part.

what i want to know,

and this,

is really the most important part,

do you still hear their voices?

because

that is where the lie started,

and

that is where the lie must end.

so

turn

your

back,

dreamer, yes

you must

if you are still searching

for that thing

that made you feel alive, and

it will need some care, and

a little bit of love,

but it will live

if you want it to.

so, this is what you do.

you listen for another voice,

and

it is quiet

and

it is soft,

so listen carefully.

it says i-believe-in-you things, like

you can,

and

i know you can do this,

and

what a great idea,

and

you are just the right one for this,

and,

let

me

tell

you

something else.

sometimes,

there is a lot of noise

when fences come down,

and

when dreams go up, so

don’t you mind this.

it will die down,

and

you will grow up,

and

you will grow out,

and

you will find your way again.

because

the thing that gave you joy,

is (still) waiting (for you), and

the light on your skin

will be beautiful

and warm,

and

one day,

sooner than you think,

you will walk

straight into yourself,

again.

— the thing that gave you joy, is (still) waiting.

© Liezel Graham 2019.

Photograph by Matheus Bertelli.