Let's linger in the Autumn glow dusk is on its way to cloak us with comfort ease our worries loose to fall. Pausing here we become one with this seasonal scene of hush before continuing our saunter harvesting what matters most from this day. © Ali Grimshaw 2021 Join us on dVerse for Quadrille Monday HERE Photo take in Portland, Oregon 2020. View of the Willamette River.
What’s missing? she asked herself. It wasn’t that she didn’t know her strengths. It wasn’t that her imagination had run off to have an affair with someone better. It wasn’t that she expected easy.
What was missing now was the risk to hope again. To dream bigger, like a five-year-old coloring with abandon on the whole wall. Markers in hand, in full out play. As far as each arm could reach. Without fear of intersecting lines, sharp puncture points or curvy wide spaces.
What’s missing is the leap, the willingness to let it unfold and seeing herself capable of not only the journey but strong enough to feel all the textures of emotion like carpets of days she had walked through to get to now. She knew her heart would break every day and that just meant that it would keep growing.
Top of the hill, feet on the pedals, hair in the wind, she is going.
© Ali Grimshaw 2021
“In the Celtic tradition it was said that we suffer from soul-forgetfulness. We have forgotten who we are and have fallen out of true relationship with the earth and with one another. Thus, the path to wellbeing is not about becoming something other than ourselves or about acquiring a spiritual knowledge that is essentially foreign to us. It is about waking up to a knowledge that is deep in the very fabric of our being, and it is about living in relation to this wisdom.” – John Philip Newell, “Sacred Earth, Sacred Soul,” The Daily Good
tended affectionately organic prizes plumped primed by summer's passion heat and BB King's blues quenching warmth gathering of sunlit kisses red ripe to tango with your tongue and mine slip into my backyard delight in this tender flesh this ready to please moment of this temporary season. © Ali Grimshaw 2020 Dear readers and followers, here’s a great opportunity for your writings to be read by other writers, and also to find and meet other writers. You are very welcome to share a poem, HERE, at Promote Yourself Monday on Go Dog Go Cafe.
at either end of night there is an opening to light between, "Good Morning" and the next curtaining of eyes there is an opening between what remains on the list the permanently written yet unresolved and the one who holds the pen there is an opening without a defined doorway that resides within all light a heartspace without walls it lies in the pause before the next twilight of the in between rubythroat mellowing to nectarine ©Ali Grimshaw 2021 Join us on dVerse for Open Link Night HERE
“Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen.” – Winston Churchill
she stood for listening
and air that never burned your nostrils
she led by digging weeds with you
side-by-side overheated or drenched.
she never let fear ride in the front seat
and forever reminded me
the sun’s position
changes everyone’s shadow
©Ali Grimshaw 2021
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Photo taken on a family trip to NYC. I just love this mural.
Renewal Through Poetry: Writing Circle
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tending melancholy rows of dusk swaying scented thoughts light eases away toward your side of the world barefoot I close my eyes to listen our Mother Earth is singing us home ©Ali Grimshaw 2021
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Guardian Lying on a bed Of soft clover And gentle ferns I gaze up at you- As your limbs Reach to the sky I cover my eyes In an attempt To shade from The sunlight Streaming down- Noticing my Squinting eyes You quietly call The gentle breeze To craft a lovely canopy From green leaves Allowing me to Once again See you clearly- Here we stay Until the sun Begins to set Until you Reach down Lift me up And tenderly Place me In the crook Of your strong branch- I rest my head In peaceful sleep By Kelley Morris I am grateful for Kelley's permission to share her poem from a recent writing circle. I continue to meet amazing women across different time zones. You can find more of her poems on her blog, pianogirlthoughts.com Writing together provides a mirror for us to process life in a place where we have all agreed to listen with compassion. Come join us for a writing circle. No experience needed. All voices are welcome. Self-Compassion Through Poetry: Writing Circle, Friday, August 13, 9:30 – 11:00 am PDT. Register here
Dipping skinny-style, screaming out in glee, we entered the river to revive. Jumping away from the heated August afternoon only to return to the warm rocks and bask like turtles. Then followed hours of our rinse and repeat cycle as sunlight slid down the river. Summer freedom was its own kind of happy. Without the constraints of parents or the weight of planning for the future to come. We flew through the air trusting the pools to welcome us with a generosity that had held so many before our time. There were no thoughts of tomorrow. bubbled free water nymphs laze summertide ©Ali Grimshaw 2021 Join a welcoming community of poets at dVerse for Haibun Monday, HERE
feeling the pull
of this current
day of decisions
to be made.
“You will regret this.” They say.
Where is my ladder through?
(even fish get one of those)
I guess God must think
me an excellent swimmer.
©Ali Grimshaw 2021
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Your error is forgetting that you also began as a seed. The starfish that loses an arm still thrives brightly seaward. The coyote howls, then listens through darkness to return to his pack. The angel oak's reach is far and long regardless of scarred branches. Can you see the lacework between the living? Each reaching out tied in small knots is also a receiving. © Ali Grimshaw 2021 Join a welcoming community of poets for OPEN LINK NIGHT at dVerse Poets Pub HERE