Joy Williams
Profile
Been taking photos for my own memories for many years – my husband Huw, dad,mum, and other family members have profiles on here so I thought I’d join in and let you see some of my favourites….... :-)
Also I write – a lot! I have never published anything before so this is a little scary for me to let you see them.
Groups
Joy Williams hosts WARBIRDS and Yorkshire Grit and is a member of Aeronautics & Aviation, All About the RPG, All About Water, All things Maltese, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Architectural Photography, As Is, Candid Photography ( 1/24 ) , Cottage Style, Electronica/Dance Events & Culture, Friends of RedBubble, FROM THE EARTH - Jewels, Gems, Shells, Rocks & Fossils, Harbour Life, Heritage in Stone, Landscape Photography, Let There Be Rock!, Military Vehicle Group, Peebles Redbubble Alliance, Ruins, Ancient and Derelict Buildings, Wall of the World and Waterfall Photography.
Journal Entries
A cheeky request
Posted about 1 year ago, 2 comments so far.
Masssive...........
Posted about 1 year ago.
The real difference between man and woman
Posted about 1 year ago, 4 comments so far.
Art
Writing
Circumstances
I didn’t know this could exist / Exquisite joy; gut wrenching misery / Given by the same entity / They don’t mean to make me miserable; / It’s the circumstances that surround them. I didn’t…
Each
Seconds, Minutes, Hours, Days / Each go by slow / Each drag past / Each is almost unbearable / Unbearable without you / / Grins, Smiles, Giggles, Laughs / Each seem meaningless / Each so elusive / E…
Home Alone
Our home is not the same without you / Our home needs your presence / Our home feels empty / Our home….... isn’t Its just a place where i exist / Waiting for you / Its just a roof over …
"You shower me with words made of knives"
Cutting, twisting, turning, dissecting / Your knife-like words render me down into shreds / Deeper and near fatal / They slice me to ribbons / Opening old wounds and scars where they bled Sharper t…
The First Brush
When I lay in bed in the morning I long for / The first brush of your eyes as they open and look into mine / The first brush of your fingers as you stretch / The first brush of your lips kissing my f…
The Waiting Room
Only two looks on the faces here / One of dread / One of expectation / Which one am I? / Knowing the next hour / Determines the rest of my life Time seems frozen / Clock hands unmoving / Names call…
