Promises – Poem By Ali Grimshaw

moleclues of motion 
have never known the word obstacle

green going with the flow
happily not seeking separation

a sorrowful lament or joyous naming of aliveness
birthed from the diaphram

like eyes from above emulating possibility
of sight through darkness

and they continued to create, even when
they couldn't feel hope 

beating the odds
one heartbeat at a time

Photo taken in Portugal 2017.

Day 2 of National Poetry Writing Month

Check out the prompts HERE.

The questions I chose to ponder were: What is a river?

What is seaweed? What is song? What is an owl? What is a miracle?


9 thoughts on “Promises – Poem By Ali Grimshaw

    1. Jeff,
      I am honored by your comment. When I lead writing circles I definitely feel a connection between writing, meditation, and being a mirror for each other. After years of doing this I have no doubt it comes through in all I write.
      Wishing you a beautiful day.


  1. I love the poem and the photo of street art taken in Portugal. The following lines struck me:

    “a sorrowful lament or joyous naming of aliveness
    birthed from the diaphragm”

    Thanks for sharing, I look forward to more. Aiva 🙂 xx

    Liked by 1 person

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