among the fallen plaster
disrepair, wrinkles of error
some may think irredeemable
not broken beyond salvage
surrendered in thick layers
your heart lies beating.
I hear it.
© Ali Grimshaw 2018
among the fallen plaster
disrepair, wrinkles of error
some may think irredeemable
not broken beyond salvage
surrendered in thick layers
your heart lies beating.
I hear it.
© Ali Grimshaw 2018
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
lovely words.
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Thank you.
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Beautiful, Ali! I have a soft spot for old buildings. This speaks to me.
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Glad it brought joy to your day. Thanks for reading.
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That’s the best
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Thanks Sheldon.
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I hear it.
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This is especially poignant to me today, thank you!
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I am so glad. Thanks for letting me know.
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knowing how to listen is very important…
congratulations to your post!
best regards
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Thank you for taking the time to comment.
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To be heard. Who doesn’t want the beat of their heart heard? Beautiful.
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Yes, I think there are so many seeking to be hear. We need more listeners. Thanks.
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Did you use the picture as a prompt, or did you write the poem first, whatever, there’s so much depth to your words and thoughts.
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Thank you Ivor. I did use the photo as my inspiration for this poem. I don’t usually do this but it worked this time.
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Well done 😊
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I appreciate this coming from a fellow poet
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Hi Ali, Is the image always the starting point for your poems? Louise
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Not usually, but sometimes. This photo was taken in Venice and I did use it as a starting point for this poem. Thanks for asking Louise.
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Nice and simple words so well penned.
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Thank you so much.
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Welcome
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Good on so many levels
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Thank you. I appreciate your response.
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