I'll miss you, he said. 3 words that land large within me. I let them soak inward pausing, to embrace this moment. I'll miss you, he said. Within these words I hear. I noticed you while you were here. I have felt your presence. You mattered, a space will be left here after you have gone. I'll miss you, he said. How wonderful to be able to hear these words, words I didn't know how to hear before tears on my smiling face. © Ali Grimshaw 2023 Photo taken on my journey to France, 2019. Join a welcoming community of poets at dVerse Poets Pub for Open Link NIght HERE.
There Is A Time, A Time To Flap Your Wings And A Time To Glide -Poem by Ali Grimshaw
“Let's be in awe which doesn't mean anything but the courage to gape like fish at the surface breaking around our mouths as we meet the air.” ― Mark Nepo release yourself to the sky feel the lift let your weary weight trust in the invisible courage of currents surf soaring free up, over and through this unexpected windscape surrender your need to know to resolve to figure it out arms wide, in full float with the faith of a bird that doesn't remember a day without flight or a time of being grounded © Ali Grimshaw 2023
Purposeful Pause – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
when will the subtle silent, shadows of sureity be noticed in your day will your eyes always be drawn away suduced into following flash floresent the orange-red of fake fire immediate over postponed desire will you try on the bluegreen lined in lime a cool energy alternative worthy of afternoon considerations oh, I understand more than you know this would require stopping and you don't have time for that © Ali Grimshaw 2023 dVerse Open Link Join a friendly group of poets HERE
Magic to Come – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
a gathering of cells multiplying magnificent a seed inside one breathing being and no one even knew that you had begun arriving small magic happening inside the womb she went about her day hanging laundry in her quiet way while the message of you grew © Ali Grimshaw 2021 Whether you are a mother or not I wish you a Happy Mother's Day in celebration of all mother's around the world. Thank you for what you give and gave.
Just Because – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
“Just Because,” a poem I wrote in celebration of a life teaching, has been published on MasticadoresUsa. Thank you to the editor, Barbara Leonhard for giving it a home. I hope my words will inspire others to consider stepping into the field of education.
“Just Because” I teach them about the magic eraser of fresh starts far more valuable than double-digit multiplication or how to identify an adverb. You can read the full poem HERE
Planting a tree with my 5th graders back in 1994.
Revolutionary – A Poem by Ali Grimshaw
“Forgiveness is an act of the will, and the will can function regardless of the temperature of the heart.”
― Corrie Ten Boom
a revolution of forgiveness began echoing across gently lit faces gathered in the town square hushed quietude for the promises made together then an overthrow of rioting apologies collapsed into laughter leaving behind their winter battlecoats of blame they left warmer arm in arm © Alicia Grimshaw 2023 Quadrille #174: You say you want a revolution Join a friendly group of poets HERE on dVerse Poets' Pub. Photo taken in Vannes, France.
Arrival – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
"Happiness held is the seed. Happiness shared is the flower." -John Harrigan what sweet relief to witness the majesty of bloom on blue background bright with multiple openings of pinks possible a sigh of cold escapes me, finally evidence of arrival in the air I smell aliveness and again, I have survived winter © Alicia Grimshaw 2023 Photo taken this afternoon in Portland, Oregon. Just a regular walk.
H2O – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
water is love with spoiled sleep a handful of sand between the sheets you wake up thirsty luckily you're 10 steps from a faucet from the sound of life filling a cup tasting your beginnings rain continues in Portland, Oregon while citizens dream dry skies drought continues in Ethiopia while 24 million cry for water love isn't always water sometimes love is listening longer than you have before especially when you think you already know pushing your ego aside to make room for hearing free like the bubbler on the street corner giving water to an urban camper is kind but could be a solution to a problem that doesn't exist no necesito agua "I always leave the faucet running." how lucky to be ignorant how unlucky to not know the smell of drought when water tastes of life determined tulips of hope whisper to her she tethers huge rainclouds to her belt walks her way to the parched the future hasn't happened yet anything is still possible like the yellow umbrella leaning next to the open door suggests sunlight in raindrops © Alicia Grimshaw 2023 Photo taken on one of Portland's classic summer bike rides. Pedalpalooza! Inspired by National Poetry Writing Month's writing prompt for today "Twenty Little Poetry Projects” See all the prompts HERE
Promises – Poem By Ali Grimshaw
moleclues of motion have never known the word obstacle green going with the flow happily not seeking separation a sorrowful lament or joyous naming of aliveness birthed from the diaphram like eyes from above emulating possibility of sight through darkness and they continued to create, even when they couldn't feel hope beating the odds one heartbeat at a time Photo taken in Portugal 2017.
Day 2 of National Poetry Writing Month
Check out the prompts HERE.
The questions I chose to ponder were: What is a river?
What is seaweed? What is song? What is an owl? What is a miracle?
Morning Forecast – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
The wordclouds hover above to make a shadow on my morning. Looking up I wonder, how am I to decipher which are fact or which are fiction? Layered marks of truth and dare like a novel netted weather pattern and I am no meterologist, just someone looking for a small clearing in the sky. © Alicia Grimshaw 2023 Join a welcoming community of poets for Open Link Night on dVerse Poets Pub, HERE.