Tag Archives: A Friday Thought
A flea ridden dog
He wishes for the cloths of heaven HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread […]
Carrying pain
Pain is something you mostly carry by yourself, especially emotional pain. Sometimes people can support you better when you have a visible wound. A broken arm, encased, will draw sympathy. Friends will draw pictures and write messages on the plaster. It will heal in six weeks, and people will celebrate with you when the cast […]
No
Monday. Early morning sunlight is a river of particles floating to the carpet and, with a gentle smile, the mother looks upon her daughter’s ash blond curls burning bright and the red cheeks and the blue eyes and the plumb little fingers slowly tearing a glossy page from a storybook from her own childhood and […]
Sibling rivalry
I’m the person with five talents. Now, in any household that would have been an accomplishment. But I didn’t grow up in any household. I grew up wedged between two brothers with ten talents each. Sometimes it made me feel less worthy. Most of the time, though, it warmed my heart. If they were the […]
A love worth suffering
Closing my eyes I can still see the window framing the fog, the shadows of the old palm trees, the lighthouse, the satellite tower, your broken heart, son, a faint sound, a groan deep in the night, a restless body in your bed, fighting angry against dreams. My closed eyes remember you then, sitting opposite […]
Siobhan’s Friday Thoughts
AUTUMN INTO WINTER Outside our windows are three deciduous trees whose leaves are the first in our neighborhood to turn. This year the little tips started yellowing, and within days the wind swirled them to the ground, making our lawn a variegated patch of bright green and yellow. Last year, my first fall season in […]
Frustration and respite
In my world of teenage rage there was this respite: a boy, someone who loved me. Why he loved me, I couldn’t really comprehend. I never felt loved before. I was an introvert, and a little frustrated by how the world operated – not totally without reason. It was 1986 and it was South Africa, […]
Tea
by Elizabeth Viljoen. There are too many ways to die and being too small and scared to save the world, I’m offering you a cup of tea, my hand to hold, a hug, a big tree with branches to climb or leaves for shade, a chair when you are tired, or, when you can’t cry, […]
A perfect ending.
by Elizabeth Viljoen. What do you do when you are deeply hurt? You love. No, love will not be easy. You won’t like the circumstances, you won’t like the person(s) that hurt you, you won’t like the people around you, and you won’t like yourself – even worse when you have been the one who […]
The Poetry of Being: Questions
A Friday thought by Elizabeth Viljoen. Many of you will recall a boring conversation where someone had an opinion, with all other participants unable to make remarks, because nothing would add value. Or that meeting where people repeated the same thing over and over again… What is so wonderful about this journal is that participants […]
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