Sifting – Poem By Ali Grimshaw

Palms upward as hands face sky 
open spaces between fingers relaxing
into what has been a time of gentle 
and harsh scrubbing of the heart. 
Every inch of skin Brillo pad raw. 
An exfoliation of what has been. 
My fists, no longer clenched 
in tight survival, trust in slow unfurling.
Pain tingling as blood returns to fingertips.
Learning feet reground my trunk 
to an upright position, toes rooted 
past sand into bedrock. Freeing now
agile hands to sift through the helpful lessons 
caught in my soft palms as promises
while unneeded thoughts fall through finger spaces
to join other decomposing conversations 
of days when I didn't know listening.
Composting the no longer serviceable
into nutrients for the new words to come.

© Ali Grimshaw 2021

18 thoughts on “Sifting – Poem By Ali Grimshaw

  1. trust in slow unfurling

    while unneeded thoughts fall through finger spaces
    to join other decomposing conversations
    of days when I didn’t know listening.

    These are such incredible lines!! Truly amazing beautiful poem!!

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    1. I truly appreciate you my friend. It seems like you are someone who really understands what I write. Thank you so much for reflecting back the words that spoke to you. I hope my words give you strength and surround you in love as you journey forward. Peace.

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    1. Colleen,
      It is interesting that you heard and felt relief in this poem. I loved that you shared this. I think that sifting through what to keep or discard could be a form of relief. I hadn’t thought of it that way and I appreciate your contribution. This is one of the things I love about poetry. The openness to hear what the words mean to you.
      Breathe in peace my friend.

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  2. caught in my soft palms as promises…

    …decomposing conversations
    of days when I didn’t know listening….

    …nutrients for the new words for to come.

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  3. A poem full of wonderful sensations… Like when I’m walking along a local golden beach, with the seabreeze caressing my skin, and the sand softly massaging my soles and tickling my toes… 😀😎

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