February Air Currents – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

“Choosing to live and love with our whole hearts is an act of defiance. ”

– Brene Brown


Sampler For Your Heart – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

"Could you write a poem for me?" you asked. Then you left before I could ask the specifics of your heart's desire. Are you in need of savory words to awaken or creamy expressions to nourish? I pondered for hours then did what I could based on the circumstances.  I wrote out a mixed assortment of sizes; courageous squares of coconut, rounds of morning lips delight, cinnamon memories of warm skin and the encouragement of toffee. This sampler will be delivered to your doorstep tomorrow at 4:00 pm. Let me know which flavor left your heart wanting more.

neverending waves
love's ocean unstoppable
I am your shoreline

© Ali Grimshaw 2023

Haibun Monday 1-30-23: Heart
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Photo taken in Portugal, 2017. 

Undressing Mistakes – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

is it's weight worth 
carrying forward 

does waking up to it
spring you forth

have you noticed
that you stepped into it

it is never too late
to go barefoot

fresh starts are free
don't believe me

go toe testing for yourself

I dare you to show up

bare yourself

© Ali Grimshaw 2023

Undeniable – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

how many days can you claim
bold aliveness

kindergarten eagerness
ignited intentions

bright contagiousness of
shared lifting

sky-filled unerasable strokes 
readable by all

baring yourself beautiful

with each word from your mouth
skinny-dipping freedom

because words of love
deserve all capitals
sing unification


© Ali Grimshaw 2023

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Photo taken in Puerto Vallarta, Mexio.

Hello 2023 – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

And isn't it always the question
how to begin again

to feel the crackly spark of
love's first touch

to adventure forth
eyes wide in wonder of

the not knowing when or how
but with surety that the next
wonderful will be there

remember springing out of bed 
because lightness 
was all you knew

it is the endings you keep 
tripping over

desire for only beginnings
no goodbyes

© Ali Grimshaw 2023

Splendor – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

like wandering children 
we stepped gingerly in morning iced-light

far from Christmas past
far from storefronts, Amazon delivery
miles from anything 
that necessitated wrapping

we were gifted with captured stillness
a fantastical frozen roadside of candied red 

delight reigned
and our hearts were awed

© Ali Grimshaw 2022

Wishing you wellness and peace 
wherever you are
whatever you celebrate.
May love land on your day. 


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City Dweller – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

“You are comprised of 84 minerals, 23 Elements, and 8 gallons of water spread across 38 trillion cells. You have been built up from nothing by the spare parts of the Earth you have consumed, according to a set of instructions hidden in a double helix and small enough to be carried by a sperm. You are recycled butterflies, plants, rocks, streams, firewood, wolf fur, and shark teeth, broken down to their smallest parts and rebuilt into our planet’s most complex living thing.

You are not living on Earth. You are Earth.”

— Aubrey Marcus

My heart has felt the isolation of cold times
walls that didn't allow visitors to enter.

if I had grown up in the forest 
sung to by the wind in the trees
watched the birds flit, feed and gather in song

if I had slept by the rushing river
soothed by it magical movement
of freedom to flow over and between 

if I had foraged with the bears
following their lead to thread through
undergrowth to find my fill

would I have ever met loneliness?

Does separation exist for forest dwellers 
moss to mouse
tree to tribe
river to racoon
webbed connections none to separate?

© Ali Grimshaw 2022

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Intention – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

she wished to glue
leaves of color back onto the limbs
unprepared for this season's shift

then frozen morning winds carried 
a new consideration her way

could a breathe of chill be welcomed
like an unexpected guest
a dabbled hope through dark days?

she tries this thought on, not her usual 
fashion, seeks to understand it's fittings

then opens her dormant suitcase  
to laughter spilling out like sunshine
a reminder of past orbits around the sun

she has another day
of changing sky

and many clouds to capture

© Ali Grimshaw 2022

Moonwashed Musings – Dappled

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Living the Questions – By Ali Grimshaw

"If you are faithful to living a question, 
that question will be faithful back to you." 
- Krista Tippett

Living the Questions

Which room do you lie down in most?
The one with a sky blue ceiling of hopefulness
or the backroom with walls of yesterday's old news.

Where do you sit to nourish yourself?
In the peach room of newness 
with windows open to birdsong breezes
or the room of sterile white protection from the outside.

What questions are you feeding yourself
along with your morning tea?

Who will you trust to welcome in
to keep you company 
when you choose to remodel
your next room?

© Alicia Grimshaw 2022

If you only could choose one question
to live into for the next week what would it be?

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Back Then – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

This poem is in response to the Pandemic Haibun Challenge that’s currently underway in the publication, A Cornered Gurl via Medium.  Thank you trE for the opportunity for shared reflection.

Noticings are always within reach if your eyes are open. A friend’s phone call, text photo, or cherished smile from six feet away can keep your cup from emptiness. Yet eventually days bleed into one another, months lose their borders, leaving Mondays indistinguishable. Where weeks fall like dominoes. Small routines within repeated walls lead to smaller and smaller thinking. Loneliness swallows you into the basket of its belly. Where over time depression feeds itself with handfuls of separation. It blindfolds your eyes so slowly you that you forget that sight has been lost. You stop moving, reaching out your arms. Until one morning’s shock of sunlight reminds you there is a world beyond this box called myself.

love went missing in

a forced experiment of

awakening us

© Alicia Grimshaw 2022

Without reflection there is no opportunity to learn. 
What have you learned from the pandemic experience?