Wonderment Training – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

walking through

fields of bright questions

I pick whys

and hows, bloom

gold awes for consideration

wonderment training


© Ali Grimshaw 2021

A shadorma (a six-line, 26-syllable poem or stanza) for National Poetry/Global Poetry Writing Month - Day 7. 

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Photo taken in Munich, Germany 2019.
these blooms like candy cotton
appetizing limbs of pink deliciousness 

always have been reliable 
unique for sugar coating the sadness of a regular day
living blossoms I reach for

true in their offering of layered light
for satisfying the crave of weightlessness
the yearning for lift

Perhaps with forgiveness. Maybe with increased observation

their magic will prevail. My scavenger hunt continues.

© Ali Grimshaw 2021

Day 5 of National Poetry Click HERE for daily prompts 
Global Poetry Writing Month

Today's challenge - to find a poem, and then write a new poem that has the shape of the original, and in which every line starts with the first letter of the corresponding line in the original poem. I chose Wet Spring as my jumping off place. This was a stretch that led to a wonderful escape.

Wet Spring

The practical castle is cold.
All around it the world is a stream bed.

A few well-placed openings
under the windows
let rain weep back outward.

The rain is string
for wrapping a package no one knows
the inside of, they just keep trying to mail it.

Perhaps it is licorice. Perhaps it is kindness.

The package so large even wetness becomes an umbrella.

by Jane Hirshfield





While wandering – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

"Without poetry, we lose our way." - Joy Harjo


the future of my day is coming from 
where yours has already taken a seat

while I wake, you are closing the book 
to rest your head in a country covered by stars

Here on this pondering path of forest
synchronized with the slow passing of light
this fern comnunity reaches toward many 

more than any one person can see
and one of them is me

a gathering of condolences for this 
time of separation, green fronds reach
to surround me in a forest embrace

our fiddlehead hearts, 
together while apart

your voice sits with me, uncurling
I am moss damp with missing you

© Ali Grimshaw 2021

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30 Ways to Celebrate the 25th Annual National Poetry Month
Day 3 of National Poetry & Global Poetry Writing Month

I used to hold his hand – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

Your separation started with a small knot, 
then the winding began.

Strings of storybooks, twined through nights
and days of countless fresh starts, repeating circles.

The looping of stories wound through our shared days. Up and down 
on the life school rollercoaster, back when I used to hold your hand.

Our faces in the wind a side by side scream of surprise
moments you reached out, adding to yourself
adding another layer of becoming.

While some saw mangled routes and loose ends 
I envied your brave expanding, overlapping leaps 
of curiosity to solidify your center.

Now you roll down new streets
with layers of perseverance over boyish charm
a masterpiece touching lives I will never meet.

I hope you never stop winding over that small knot,
tied while I watched.

© Ali Grimshaw 2021

This poem is dedicated to my two amazing sons. I am grateful to be your mother.

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Poems from the Circle

Where to Write From

You might think that
to be a poet
you must have a 
way with words
You can keep thinking that
more room for me
You might think you 
must reach way down 
in the weeds
pulling out muddy roots
from your sodden brain
or recall in detail
places of distinction
You might think you 
must go heart searching
to find phenomenal
fodder for verse
or have personal connections
with the waves, the sun, 
the moon and the stars
There are those 
who have done that
But really you might be
content to write frilly froth
of fabled fellows
Or maybe, just maybe 
you’ll surprise yourself, 
crawl down deep like an 
a spelunking explorer
to places in yourself
you haven’t been
or yet even noticed 

By Lilli Ann Carey

I am grateful for Lilli Ann's permission to share her poem 
from a recent writing circle. Writing together provides a 
mirror for us to process life in a safe place. Each of us has
words that matter. Within the writing circle we nourish them.
Curious? Email met at coaching@aligrimshaw.com

The Reasons


I love the Oregon Coast. This photo is from my most recent visit. It is often while walking down the beach that my mind travels off on inspirational tangents. I have been thinking a lot in the past year about the reasons that we give after something has happened. Those seeds grew into a poem. This poem, The Reasons, is up on Visual Verse where each month they supply a compelling image and invite writers – published or unpublished – to submit a piece in response. There are so many wonderful writings this month. I encourage you to head over there for some entertaining reading. Consider giving the writing challenge a try next month. Here's the link, Visual Verse

Thank you to Visual Verse for sharing my voice.

Handwritten on March 7 -Poem By Ali Grimshaw

What if I wrote what could not be spoken of
words of depth, concise sentences of discomfort
and truth, looped them together with my hand
a signatured message unique, like my voice.
Left on your desk, enclosed by the folded paper,
to find tomorrow or in a haste of reorganizing,
leaving you to wonder when it arrived. 
Would you recognize the writing or disregard 
then discard it as scrap, all while maintaining
focus on achievements of a workplace that doesn't 
have time for cursive communication?

©Ali Grimshaw 2021

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Poems from the Circle





Looking For My Wild Card
     That’s no weakness ... That’s your wild card
     From Kim Stafford’s poem “Advice From A Raindrop”

I do not think of myself as wild —
I am a peacemaker

But the hint that perhaps I have a wild card,
a side of me rarely displayed, waiting within
till needed — then ready to flash forward?

I savor that suggestion
and seek within, hoping to get acquainted
willing to adapt my peaceful approach

Might I become a mirror to others
that they see their own behavior as destructive
and pause to consider other options?

Or might I blend in, becoming part
of what had seemed contrary to my beliefs
only to discover therein new perspectives?

My wild card may seem pretty tame to others —
I may be the one most needing its nudges

©SJaeschke 2021

I am grateful for Jazz's permission to share her poem 
from a recent writing circle. You can find more of her
poems here on her blog Steps and Pauses. 

Writing together provides a mirror for us to process life. 
I would be honored to hold space for your words to appear on the page. 
Join me for the next gathering.  No experience needed. All voices welcome. 
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Thank you School of Blue

There are moments when 
what someone else has inked onto the page
stops time for you

when another's words absorb through your skin 
settling deep in your belly
like a surprising crumb of nourishment 
you didn't know you needed.

A small taste of harmony,
blooming on your tongue.

It opens a realizing that wasn't there before 
a long lasting hunger, 

you nibble through a second read
then a third,
taking your time to swallow it all.

Remembering a desire for flavors
that had been forgotten

how good a poem could taste.

©Ali Grimshaw 2021

My poem is a response of gratitude for a poem I read today called Ice Cube on School of Blue
Read the poem HERE. Thank you, Rick Frame, for the nourishment.

My photo was taken near Amsterdam. A lovely, crisp morning of reflection where the sky and the water gave back to each other. 
LAPC #138 – Natural Light 

Liberated Words – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

ink them down 
scribble quickly
draw from your cuts
fly down this line and the next
scrawl the clouds of confusion
let them outside of
your inside
release the liquid of life
swiftly, before you 
overthink

then blow them all away
like dandelion seeds

©Ali Grimshaw 2021

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