Leaf Man – poem by Ali Grimshaw

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 34 Comments

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He brings me one each day

contrasts in shape, varied vibrancy

burnt red to ripe peach, presented

on the kitchen counter until evening

arrives at our window.

 

Held in his palm, our eyes meet

this wrinkled single donation

textured hues, imperfect edges

color story of today to cherish,

a temporary prize between us.

 

Trees give without expecting

something in return. Thankfully,

so does he.

 

© Ali Grimshaw 2018

May you find someone to share the beauty of nature with today.

dVerse Poet’s Pub – Open Link Night 

 

Deciduous – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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Maybe you’re not late.

Will you trust Mother Earth

with Autumn’s end

even when you don’t feel ready?

Maybe you are right on time

keeping the cycle.

A tree with your own falling leaves.

Maybe your season is happening

just as it should be.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2019

dVerse Quadrille – Keep

Thank you Right Hand Pointing

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 27 Comments

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I am honored to have my poem, Absent, in the current issue of Right Hand Pointing, Issue #135 Sneak Attack.Thank you to Dale Wisely and Laura M. Kaminski for sharing my voice. Since 2004 Right Hand Pointing has been providing a fulfilling combination of short poetry, very short fiction, art, and other things. I have been inspired multiple times by their past issues.

Contrast

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 12 Comments

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How is it that water

is such an crafted artist?

Consistently she reflects

the whole of light and darkness

blurred grays and

watery wavering waves.

Then offers still contrasts

days of no wind

that stop time for me.

Photo taken on my trip to Amsterdam 2019.

© Ali Grimshaw 2019

OFMARIAANTONIA – Photography Challenge, Contrast

 

 

Dusk

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 42 Comments

 

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Quiveringly quiet,
with anticipation of freedom,
framed by the sturdily built doorway,
she waits to greet dusk,
smelling the wind of tomorrow coming.
Once outside, she will never wear
that heavy cloak of blame again.
Even her shadow will no longer
be the same.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2019

dVerse quadrille – Quiver