As the virus careens spinning down our long road. The dust has yet to settle from the wheels. Slow motion particles fall as we sift silently through glittered remembering. Was that last month or yesterday? As I am here reaching you are there still only through airwaves and yet I hear your love. © Ali Grimshaw 2021 Join us at dVerse Poets' Pub for Open Link Night HERE
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A poem for the ages, Ali, in all its beauty with hope radiating outward, showing strength!
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It makes me so happy to hear this is what you received for my words. Take good care.
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Thank you, it’s a pleasure to read your words!
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Beautiful. 💜🌺
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Thank you for the compliment.
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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“Slow motion
particles fall
as we sift silently
through glittered
remembering.”
Really beautiful, Ali. The whole thing. Great accompanying image, too 🙂
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Thank you for reflecting back the words that most spoke to you. I truly appreciate hearing that. Wishing you wellness.
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You are most welcome ☀️
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Love the way you described the connection we can “hear”…. love has to find new ways.
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I believe in the power of love to help us find new ways to connect. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
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Every word choice in your poem is so beautiful and meaningful 💛
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Thank you! Wishing you all good things
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I think that people tried to get back to “normal” too quickly. Personally, I feel that normal has forever changed. Or maybe it’s just me. Anyway, I love the picture that goes with the poem! Great work all around.
~ornery owl~
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There is only going forward never backward. Even though what’s normal is very different for each of us, we all share this new part of our reality. Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts.
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You have my heart with this poem, Ali! Especially love; “Slow motion particles fall as we sift silently
through glittered remembering.” Yes! 💝💝
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If I touched your heart
it makes the effort all worthwhile.
Thank you for reflecting back what most spoke to you. I appreciate it greatly.
Be well,
Ali
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I especially loved the last line!
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Great to hear from you, Ann. I never would have guessed that we would be where we are today. Hope you are well.
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Love often comes to us over the airways nowadays! A powerful poem of our times.
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Ingrid,
Maybe the universe is offering us all a chance to listen like never before?
Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
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I hope so!
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Wow, beautiful, Ali.
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Thank you, Carla. I appreciate the wow.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks for sharing. Wishing you a beautiful day.
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Always a joy and pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, My Dear! Hope you have a great day!! xoxox 😘💕🎁🌹
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Good one!
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Glad to hear you liked it.
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and yet I hear
your love.
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Thank you for this reflection my friend. Wishing you a beautiful day
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Ali, thanks for sharing this thoughtful and deep poem.
It is very much so, as you write.
Beautifully done.
Miriam
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Miriam,
I appreciate your kind response. Thank you for reading.
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Thank you Ali 🙏
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My words are my love in action.☮️
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I have lived seven decades, and now suddenly, I am stumbling in a foreign world ..
“Foreign World”
I’ve been stuck inside this shabby carapace
Wondering if I’ll ever be able to about-face
Maybe I could borrow my angel’s wings, unfurled
Explore and travel the open foreign world
Time has come, to escape this holding place
Discovering, I’m able to find lost grace
To wander the harvest field
Now I see beyond the shield
Rid the shackles of my broken heart
Return to reality, and apply for a restart
Healthy enough to hide from prying ghouls
Free to walk past the tardy bar stools
Go flying, with all the other old fools
And paddle ankle-deep in life’s distant pools
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Love this. This part especially calls to me.”Rid the shackles of my broken heart
Return to reality, and apply for a restart” Take good care.
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Thank you Ali for reading .. and that was a fav’ line of mine 😊🌏💕
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I appreciate reading your words from the heart across the oceans.
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Thank you Ali .. your words warm my heart ❤️
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Thanks for sharing this.
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Thank you for appreciating my words.
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Beautiful post Ali, thank you for sharing 🙂
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It is my intention to bring hope to your day. Be well.
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You too Ali 🙂
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Sending love. Thank you.
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Sending love back.
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Beautiful.
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Thank you my friend. Wishing you moments of beauty that fill your heart with awe.
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