among fallen plaster of
disrepair, wrinkles of error
some think irredeemable
your locked layers of reasons
defenses built room by room
the unkissable past revealed
you wait for the wrecking ball
Yet I hear a heartbeat not broken
beyond salvage
your pulse sings strong.
© Ali Grimshaw (rewrite) 2019
Photo taken in Venice, Italy
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you for sharing my voice.
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Beautifully written Ali. There’s always hope isn’t there. Nothing is ever beyond repair.
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Yes, I thought you would like this one since you stand for hope. Thanks for your reflection.
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Ali, I am so touched. What really stood out for me is the heartbeat of who we are that beats on (in great love) regardless of the behaviors and actions we do. I could almost feel the heartbeat embracing what we judge with great strength of heart…instead of punishment. This is a profound sharing for Forgiving Fridays. Thank you, Ali.
I am also reminded of the form of meditation I do – it’s based on following the Sound Current straight back into the home of love.
Keep shinin’ Ali. Your posts are a real gift to people.
Love and Light,
Debbie
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Debbie, I somehow missed this response from you earlier in the week. I am glad you could hear the unconditional love in this poem. I know that your forgiveness work is based on love and is a gift for others who find you. Healing is possible.
Thanks for your ongoing support.
Be well,
Ali
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No worries, Ali! What you wrote about healing is beautiful.
I studied at the University of Santa Monica (they have a program in spiritual psychology), and one of the key principles is “Healing is the application of loving to the places inside that hurt.”
Bless you Ali! Love and Light your way, 🙂
Debbie
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Yet I hear a heartbeat not broken
beyond salvage
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Thank you for your reflection. It is always appreciated.
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I love quadrilles, and this one is so perfect, tuned and beautifully spare, and full of mercy. How the past feels intangible, cannot be gathered in our arms, but only palpated. It aches and yearns. Vera nice Ali. Thank you
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Lona, thank you for the heartfelt reflection. It is a satisfying feeling to connect with you through this poem. I appreciate your thoughts.
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I like your description of the past as unkissable: “the unkissable past revealed”
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Thanks for sharing your reflection Frank. Much appreciated.
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This rings of possibility, that there is something worth saving. Very positive thread runs through this. I really liked this Ali!
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Thank you for your positive response. I appreciate it.
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the unkissable past revealed… I like the fact that there is still hope and the heart still beats strong!
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Hope and a heartbeat. Something we all need.
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Yes!
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Me too! Beautiful depiction of the true strength of our hearts.
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Wonderful illustration….and I especially love these words
“Yet I hear a heartbeat not broken
beyond salvage”
I have to also add — I really like the full title of your blog. Our writing…and reading others here at dVerse, truly does provide some lighting for the times. 🙂
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Thanks for the feedback on the title of my blog. Poetry has brought light into my life and I hope that it continues to shine in yours as well. The poets at dVerse continue to light up my day.
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So hopeful and uplifting.
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Thank you Magarisa.
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My pleasure, Ali.
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So beautiful is this reconciliation with the strength of the pulse — all the unkissable parts of the past and the future require kissing. Very well penned!
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Yes to love the unloveable past is powerful. Glad to hear you liked this.
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Loved the poetic words, Ali. Great poem.
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So glad that you liked this one.
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Yes absolutely Ali.
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I recognised that Venetian building without reading the caption, Ali! Tourists always see the beautiful facades but ignore what’s going on behind them, the fallen plaster and unkissable past. I know that heartbeat and that singing pulse! An interesting and fitting metaphor for the human decline.
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Thanks for letting me know you could relate to this poem. It is interesting the connections we make between words and travels.
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Awe Venice, my favorite place. I was lucky to have visited three times, so far 😉
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There is no place like it.
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Agreed ❤️
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There is sheer beauty in how gentle yet full of strength and conviction your poem is filled with – so much hope and trust for the one crumbling under!
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Thank you for your reflection. I am hear to speak for those who cannot love themselves yet.
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You are welcome Ali. That is so much needed as I know my own long journey of learning to love myself and feel the pain of those around who are still finding it.
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The work you have done to learn to love yourself is now there as living proof for others to see it is possible. Well done.
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🙂
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your locked layers of reasons
defenses built room by room
Sometimes it takes a wrecking ball to get through all the layers, but as long as the pulse sings strong, all is salvageable.
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What a wonderful reflection. Thank you Maggie.
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You’re welcome.
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Some people need to be convinced that they are worth saving. Everyone deserves to have someone who believes in them!
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I agree Laurie. I hope this poem reminds others of the many, many that are in need of support.
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Such a basket of hope here, moving on, unafraid of a sordid past, or bad choices. When we bought our house, we tuned into a vibe for each one we saw. When the vibe felt right, we bought it.
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Glenn, calling my words “a basket of hope” is a lovely compliment. Thank you.
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Sometimes the heart sings beyond despair. Beautiful poetry
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Thank you Megha.
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My pleasure Ali
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“the unkissable past” – that’s pain, right there.
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Yes, it how painful to think of being unkissable.
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“Pulse” is such an appropriate title when you think of the lives touched by – and lived through – it.
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Every building has a pulse don’t you think?
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Indeed.
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A lovely echo of hope.
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Thank you Carol. Isn’t it interesting the many ways that humans continue to write about love.
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I love how you spoke of the soul of the house like this… or did you let the house be a metaphor for the soul?
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I like that you can read it either way. It makes the poem more interesting don’t you think? T
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Exactly
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Thanks for visiting. May your day be touched by words that fly.
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Love that pulse singing strong! Every heart is worth saving.
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Agreed. Too many people give up on loving themselves.
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