after the sordid day rain recalls the language of music and I go, leaving frenzied voices behind to bed beneath magnetic star spray to see above the thousands while I hear the lake moon moan when can I live life as ripe peach sky? © Ali Grimshaw 2020 dVerse Quadrille - Poetical Magnetism I have never liked crossword puzzles but I got a kick out of this magnetic poetry site. What a fun way to play with word use. Check it out here. magnetic poetry
sky I see the sky, the blue, the cloud; and at night, the stars, the moon, the planets. You see the sky, don’t you? the same sky…yes? Could it be, that although the miles, our experiences, separate us… we are still connected? We are the same. you are here and I am there, or I am here and you are there. The same sky…wherever we are. Carrie Cannady October 14, 2020 You can find more of Carrie's poems and reflective wisdom here at Leadourlives.net
I am grateful for Carrie’s permission to share her poem from the writing circle here. I continue to meet amazing women across different time zones. Writing together provides a mirror for us to process life in a safe place where we have all agreed to listen with compassion. Interested in joining a writing circle? Email met at coaching@aligrimshaw.com
I want to launch into the air a thousand words of love. Handwritten and in every font, (even the unpopular ones) lines and curves that will rise and carry us forward upon touch, and to accompany these words, send the sounds that bring us alive, like birdsong, a child’s laugh or footsteps echoing toward home. Release them as a million messages to freely be carried by the breezes that reach us all, to land on building tops and crosswalks, to fall in the teacups of the grieving, in the tangled hair of a skipping children, to settle on weary parkbench sleepers, cling to the yet delivered news traveling with the sunlight to the next continent, let the words land on the bare hands of the parched and weary like raindrops on the skin of those that need it most.
I pause here to take a breath and now realize you are still listening. How generous of you.
What do you want to launch into today?
I’m listening.
© Ali Grimshaw 2020
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absent stood out on the page of my day, like sharp yellow highlighter, a biting bright contrast, to your slight soft smile. Remembering our laughter mixed with warm sunlight smell of blackberries, overripe with the end of this season, some clinging to the vine. © Alicia Grimshaw 2019 As we shift to the next, there is a tension of holding on and letting go. I feel this as I experience goodbyes and new places. Sending love to anyone who is saying farewell and transitioning with this season. Let's welcome in the new colors that arrive with this change.
“Poetry might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings.” W.H. Auden, New Year Letter
In this time of change, I am keeping my eyes on love and offering a safe space to gather for reflection. There is much to process each day. Without an intentional pause I notice how easy it is for my brain to experience emotional overload. Poems provide an opportunity for slowing down, to pause. Writing together is an invitation to pause in the wonder of this day and remember we are alive. Every voice is welcome.
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Somedays we may need to return to the nest lined with words of hope, blanketed by belief in our ability to fly again. Somedays we may need to hold ourselves leaning into curved sides of this small structure built by someone who loved us. © Ali Grimshaw 2020 dVerse Poet's Pub - Quadrille #113: Blanket Us
Painted leaves sing in unison Unlike music, their song is soundless harmony. This orchestra of glow soothes the tempo of an internal pounding from a day of instruments that refused to play the same song. Fall catches you with muted volume a serenade of equilibrium let the blushing colors sing you home. © Alicia Grimshaw (rewrite of 2018 poem)
Whose fault is it? Were you the one who left it undone? Did she really say say it that way or was it just play? Why didn't you leave sooner rather than later? Did it get better? Was he to blame? Should I feel shame? When did it all start mattering so much? Is it ok to touch? What is there to do? Are you wondering too? Where is the starting line now? What are the rules in play? Are you even in the race? Do you want to be? © Ali Grimshaw 2020 dVerse Poet's Pub - Open Link Night. Come join us here.
Leave the dirt on.... Messy, scrambled words Striving for control How I am perceived How I am received Oh! You want me to show you my skinned knee, my bruised heart, my bad dream? My words, without my edits, will show you the twisted, rambling trail I have taken to get here. Are you sure you can keep up? By Nancy A. Musgrove
I am grateful for Nancy’s permission to share her poem from the writing circle here. I continue to meet amazing women across different time zones. Writing together provides a mirror for us to process life in a safe place where we have all agreed to listen with compassion. Interested in joining a writing circle? Email met at coaching@aligrimshaw.com
Dear Bill,
Dear George,
Dear Barack,
I am one citizen of the United States of America, just one.
One person who believes that each of us matters.
One who has learned so much this year about what I have taken for granted. I thought a peaceful transition of power in our country was guaranteed. I guess it shows I wasn’t paying close enough attention. I guess I didn’t realize how much I wasn’t listening.
Thank you for holding peace for all of us while I was unaware.
Thank you for the respect you gave the next to come.
Thank you for choosing to honor our country with your letters.
I regret that I didn’t notice or understand how much there was to appreciate about you in the past. I also believe it is never too late to be grateful for someone else’s life and seek to understand what a difference it made for others.
In gratitude,
One member of the United States of America
© Ali Grimshaw 2020
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