I run from myself catch a corner of feeling accept this moment of liberation
as skin of bruised clouds darkens a prickling tingle goosebumps my arms airwaves gather energy sparks
our tilted world revolves a turning we have never been able to feel yet know as truth
a shift occurring between/from who are the others who are the us
we ride around the sun evolving regardless of our position or noticing
recycled drops of rain
This poem was first published in MasticadoresUSA 2022.
May poems continue to help us understand the many experiences of human beings. May poems continue to help us learn to pause and listen. May poems help us celebrate the gift of being alive.
11 thoughts on “Time Zones – Poem by Ali Grimshaw”
I love the very last line of your beautiful poem, dear Ali. It actually made me think about the article I read the other day, “Ancient Water.” Apparently, because of constant recycling, the water molecules in today’s rain could have been consumed by dinosaurs, passed through plants, or touched ancient civilisations. Thanks for sharing, and have a good day 🙂 Aiva xx
Aiva,
What an awesome reflection! Yes, we’re all connected in more ways than we can remember. Thank you for letting me know that my words reached you. Wishing you peace.
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I love the very last line of your beautiful poem, dear Ali. It actually made me think about the article I read the other day, “Ancient Water.” Apparently, because of constant recycling, the water molecules in today’s rain could have been consumed by dinosaurs, passed through plants, or touched ancient civilisations. Thanks for sharing, and have a good day 🙂 Aiva xx
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Aiva,
What an awesome reflection! Yes, we’re all connected in more ways than we can remember. Thank you for letting me know that my words reached you. Wishing you peace.
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Take care xx
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who are the others
who are the us
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Thanks for reflecting back my friend. I appreciate it.
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Thank you for revisiting this. It was a touching pause this morning. 💐
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Val, thank you for letting me know that these words reached you. Sending you love.
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“Recycled drops of rain” – heightened memories of petrichor 🌹
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Thank you for reminding me of this word. petrichor ♥️
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Enjoyed your poem..Every month is poetry month to me!
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Me too! Thanks for reading.☮️♥️
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