© Alicia Grimshaw 2016
Resharing this post from a year ago. Still seeking peace.
Author: Ali Grimshaw
Hidden
She had always had the word.
It greeted her in morning’s mirror.
Unescapable. An ink faded indication
underneath the white towel
used to pat her face dry.
Now heavy bangs allowed
just enough
coverage for protection.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Between Places
The need that will not stop
the need to create for ourselves
speak with our hands
scribble with our minds.
Make, shape, build
add colors from inside.
Be
bolder than
we trust ourselves to be.
We share wisps of tender fear
kept hidden from view
like a shield of insecurity
tucked behind the ear.
Wary of those that come
with a look unfamiliar.
Remember
the power of the
impermanent paint
to include.
Lines drawn
to dare a crossing
or
to encircle all.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Street art – Lisbon, Portugal
Evolvement
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Interference
My head sits
on cords of screaming tension
inability to relax into
whirl of busyness, cyclone
of storms around my being
interference between me
and the presence
I wish to give you.
Please forgive my current cloudiness.
Blow this weather to the corner of the room.
I want to sit with you.
“What is the state of your heart?”
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Inspired by OMID SAFI – “Let us insist on a type of human-to-human connection where when one of us responds by saying, “I am just so busy,” we can follow up by saying, “I know, love. We all are. But I want to know how your heart is doing.” “
Stalled
Stalled on the bridge, in between here and there.
I look back to all I have built.
What still stands and what is no longer in service.
Hoping others will use these spaces, be thoughtful about repairs.
That tall one will need a new roof.
Some may be too weathered to save.
Pausing on the bridge, in between here and there.
I look ahead to wide open space.
What could be built and what is needed.
Beauty that can only be created by elements and time.
A center which radiates the harmony of shade trees.
Bare hands join for strength that I alone do not have.
I remain next to the railing.
water rushes beneath.
No longer who I was.
Not yet who I am becoming.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Photo taken in Amsterdam, 2013
It takes less than you think.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
