And isn't it always the question
how to begin again
to feel the crackly spark of
love's first touch
to adventure forth
eyes wide in wonder of
the not knowing when or how
but with surety that the next
wonderful will be there
remember springing out of bed
because lightness
was all you knew
it is the endings you keep
tripping over
desire for only beginnings
no goodbyes
© Ali Grimshaw 2023
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
They happen sometimes! Lovely piece, Ali!
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Thanks for stopping by, Susi. ☮️
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My pleasure, Ali!
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Thanks for your poem . So amazing.
Thanks Anita
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Wow!! What an amazing poem, Ali!!! So many great lines and seeds of inspiration!! Loved it, Loved it!! 😊💕🌹
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Well, thank you so much. Happy New Year!
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beautiful reflections of the New Year Ali! Happy New Year to you and yours! 💗
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Sending you wishes for all good things☮️
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Thanks Ali!!!❤️
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with surety that the next
wonderful will be there
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Thank you, friend.❤️
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Love it! Happy New Year Ali 😍
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Thank you for writing with me in 2022. It is a joy to know you.
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Love “the crackly spark of / love’s first touch” Great line and great metaphor!
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Thanks for reflecting back the part that spoke most to you. Happy new year.
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