Beside me, your mummers begin
repetition of words to form
a solid, something to hold on to.
As you hammer a picture in sound,
letters arrange in audible order
to hear who you are.
To speak building blocks, stack phrases
scaffold words of steel
structures to withstand tomorrow.
I am silent witness
to the rebuilding of yourself.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2019
“The most visible creators are those artists whose medium is life itself. The ones who express the inexpressible ~ without brush, hammer, clay, or guitar. They neither paint nor sculpt. Their medium is simply being. Whatever their presence touches has increased life. They see, but don’t have to draw… Because they are the artists of being alive… – Donna J. Stone
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
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A different and beautiful thought of a poem. The ending quote also great. Thank you.
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Thank you. I hope it inspired some new thoughts.
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Thank you for the pingback to my poem!
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a solid, something to hold on to….
to hear who you are….
structures to withstand tomorrow….
I am silent witness
to the rebuilding of yourself.
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Thanks for letting me know that this one spoke to you. That makes me smile.
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buildings fascinate me too, went on a docent tour in DC recently and the things that go into a place has lots of secrets. wonderful play of words and metaphors. i want to be a window of thoughts
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I really like the way you use building metaphors of scaffolding etc to the words that build the self…
Some of us are also using bulwarks and moats… as if language is a fortress… I think you inspire me here 🙂
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Bjorn, I love to inspire others. Thank you for sharing your reflection. I am curious what a moat might represent in the building of you.
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A great poem! As we talk we erect our own bill board saying this is me! I love it! … and perhaps as we get older it becomes a castle with a moat!!
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I like this visual of a billboard that shouts out who I am. Thanks for sharing your reflection.
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Your poem and my comments have inspired me to continue in that vein and write a spin off! I will post it tomorrow! Thank you for the inspiration!!
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Can you please link back to mine when you post your creation? I look forward to reading it.
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Yes, I will send them to your poem as well! I will let you know!
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Thank you.
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I just posted my poem… https://rothpoetry.wordpress.com/2019/02/10/building-word-castles-of-stone/
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I will travel over to visit. Thanks for the connection.
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I like the journey of rebuilding of oneself.
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We can always rebuild or remodel. Make it a great day.
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Good observation that words are something solid for us to hold onto.
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Thank you Frank. Words can keep us floating and help keep us from going under.
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Poetry as healing indeed! The quote at the end is excellent!
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Thanks for the positive response.
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Thank you for sharing.
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Being that silent witness to that piece of living art is an art form in and of it’s self as well. This is brilliant.
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Thanks Colleen. I thought you might like this one. Paint yourself a beautiful day.
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Thank you Ali 🙂
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Lovely poem and quote Ali. I aspire to become a poet of being, painting my life in each moment.
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A poet of being. – What a fantastic intention for living. Thanks for sharing.
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Ali, this is beautiful. It makes me think of the sound of love coming in the words…. expressing the essence of who we are when we speak. And you seeing that as a witness. I love your poetry, and the consciousness you come from. Thank you.
Feel free to contribute a poem for #forgivingfridays. I’ll be doing another post this Friday. 💜 Keep shining!
Love,
Debbie
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Debbie, as always, I appreciate your reflection. I will keep Forgiving Fridays in mind. I love the work you do to support others. Forgiveness opens doors so that the love can flow again. Who doesn’t want that?
Be well and love loud,
Ali
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Hi Ali,
Sounds good! Know that I don’t want to pressure you – hope that’s clear. 🙂 I actually forgot that I asked you to contribute here when I wrote my comment on your most recent post. Blessings!! xo Light and love to you.
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I think we all are “artists of being alive”. We all create our own reality, our own life. Our “selves” are a product of our own creativity.
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Agreed. It’s a great thought isn’t it? Paint your day beautiful.
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