oh goddesses of green grand guardians I pine for you still your assembly of sacred shade moss-softness watercolored pools diving deeply your wild emerald waters left me yearning for freedom like a river rush of riverstones cool slide of ease no thoughts for tomorrow © Ali Grimshaw 2023 Join a welcoming community of poets at dVerse, for Quadrille #182 Are You Pining for Poems? - HERE Photo taken last week in the wilds of Washington state. Thankfully this forest has been spared the wildfires.
Lavender dusk of sky mingles with the sweet breath of gardenia mist view. Hush scatters across them all so as not to forget it's tenderness. A blanket for the many homeless wanderers in need of comfort tonight. © Ali Grimshaw 2023 A few years back I wrote a post it note for myself. It lives on my bathroom wall. This note is to remind me how to get back on track when I feel out of sorts. It says, “Whenever I am in service to others I know exactly who I am.” If I am confused or down all I need to do is get in action to serve someone else. Love is an action and when I take authentic action to serve others I regain my footing in life.
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
four bicycles, four riders "let's make a memory" breezes of golden summer delight our pedaling legs freedom like five-year-olds without wonderings for tomorrow (half-way across the bridge I pause to snap this photo even knowing it will never capture this preciousness) coasting clear of any fear spontaeous spirits led us here four of us riding toward a view in transition one point of light arriving at a time © Ali Grimshaw 2023
This photo was indeed taken halfway across the Brooklyn Bridge in the summer of 2019. It is a memory I treasure.
droplets lit in multitudes mists amaze my smoldering skin relieved from scorch Maidenhair ferns sway continually free-dancing delight a refreshing release quenching my dry soul hours away from news headlines riverwalking our footprints in dust replace each other chasing cascadas to find hopeful waters © Ali Grimshaw 2023 Join me at dVerse Poets' Pub HERE for Quadrille #180, 44 words of your choice. Use some form of the word water. Photo taken at Tunnel Falls, Oregon. A 12 mile hike to magic.
"The answer is always a question. There is no truth more true than wonder." - Andrea Gibson Is there anything that I hold that isn't also holding me? cool air breathing me alive from the inside the back of the chair supporting me as my weight is upon it the trusted walls enclosing me as I hold space for myself to be outside my window weighted limbs layered with frost holding you in my thoughts I wonder widely while held within the hands of change as twilight slowly surrounds me. © Ali Grimshaw 2023 Join me for Open Link Night on dVerse Poets' Pub OLN #342 information HERE. Come share a poem. Saturday, July 22, 7:00 am PST.
how many ways can a mountain be climbed? sometimes rocky sometimes layered years of the fallen soften this upward trail are you yearning for the peak panorama? questioning clarity of sky quickening pace as noon's rising? befriend pine-scented warmth each ascent like none before © Ali Grimshaw 2023 - Photo taken on a recent Montana hike. Happy 12th Anniversary dVerse Poets' Pub Join us with a quadrille HERE.
when those letters came into view
capitals singing out a future
I had not yet thought of
I pulled that idea into my heart
tucked it carefully in tight
not to lose a single drop of glee
as I turned to skip a beat
down
the
street
belief landed before
I ever met your eyes
© Ali Grimshaw 2023
Glorious - By Ma Muse
Give this song a listen.
It is my celebration song of the week.
You asked for a poem but left before I got a chance to inquire about preferred flavors. Are you in need of savory words to awaken, or rich, creamy expressions to nourish dreams ease your anxious heart? I could choose a random flavor for you but that would invite my worries in. So I am choosing to write out a mixed assortment, courageous squares of coconut glee, rounds of morning daybreak delight, cinnamon memories combined with almost burnt toast, and the encouragement of toffee's complexity. This sampler will help me to better understand your tastes. Please reply with honesty, start with the flavors that bring a sigh. © Ali Grimshaw 2023
I'll miss you, he said.
3 words that land large within me.
I let them soak inward
pausing, to embrace this moment.
I'll miss you, he said.
Within these words I hear.
I noticed you while you were here.
I have felt your presence.
You mattered,
a space will be left here after you have gone.
I'll miss you, he said.
How wonderful to be able to hear these words,
words I didn't know how to hear
before
tears on my smiling face.
© Ali Grimshaw 2023
Photo taken on my journey to France, 2019.
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