Under the tree, sitting
knee to knee while
randomly, snow petals
drift down between us.
‘How can we begin again?
After all, I don’t trust.
I have forgotten how, or…
maybe I never knew.’
While branches above blossom yearly
growth regardless of weather.
‘I guess the question is,
how badly do I
want to blossom?’
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
“Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.” — Carl Sandburg, from The Atlantic, March 1923.
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“I have forgotten how, or…
maybe I never knew.”
I really connected with this poem. If we are to blossom, we need to learn how to trust.
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This is really beautiful Ali. Love your use of nature in weaving emotion.
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Thanks. You do a great job of using nature photos to support the stories you tell. I always enjoy how you combine words and images. Have a great day.
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Thanks Ali, that’s a nice thing to say. You have a great day too.
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How can we begin again?
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Kirsten, I always appreciate hearing from you.
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I like your article, very inspiring and thank you for your post
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What a beautiful weaving of nature and human struggles.
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Thank you for your reflection. That is a huge compliment. I am often reflecting on the universal themes.
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This one hits home today. I love you, Ali.
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Erin, thank you for your response. Trust is a powerful word. Know that you are so loved.
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You only get a few chances. Gotta trust when it’s offered. Nice poem.
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Thank you Sarah. I always appreciate your thoughts.
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