no one will ever know what you gave the number of times you've grown a new heart after donating the last one sit a spell with the map of your heartlife claim your mountains distance growth vistas tape more wilderness down you're still alive ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 Quadrille #154 "Casting a spell Come join a welcoming community of poets on d'Verse - HERE
Sometimes a leafgreen season allows a reaching beyond our past perimeter of pain. Will you build a bridge or jump ship? Questions like Spring rain essential for endurance. Pause before you reach the 50-mile marker wondering what brought you to the desert without water. ©Ali Grimshaw 2022 Join us HERE for Earthweal Open LInk Weekend. Join us at dVerse Poets' Pub for Monday Quadrille HERE.
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)
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I spent some time with Ali Grimshaw’s writing circle and once again, enjoyed being with like minded souls as we explored poetry together. The inspiration for my poem came from, “Lighthouse Keeping” by Kay Ryan. – Val
Lighthouse Keeping By Val Boyko
Find Your Middle Ground
Know that we are keepers of the light Holding space and reaching out to those in darkened places. Its not our job to judge, advise, fix or rescue others. Our calling is to keep the light shining within ourselves and bring it to the world, to keep us all afloat. Thank you Val for sharing this inspirational poem and for all the loving support written on your blog, Find Your Middle Ground. You are a bright light in the world. Keep on shining. I will be reading in appreciation. Photo by Ave Calvar Martinez
Light does not fall on us equally. There are hours of gentle illumination, while some remain in shadow. Random flashes which leave you for no reason at the front of the line. Or the end, randomly burned, scorched, with head shaking disbelief. Tranquil dusk light on leaves. Other days blinded into paralysis, unable to see a way forward. I remain in a thundercloud waiting room, counting shadows like minutes. Weatherizing my soul before the next hurricane. Steadfast, determined in my stance, for a return of the glow In stillness it will find me. Sun’s warm hand on my back again. This too shall pass Ali Grimshaw 2017 Weather Forecast was first published on Vita Brevis Vita Brevis Press is a bestselling small publisher dedicated to emerging and established poets, circulating their work in an online magazine and in physical anthologies.
In the fog of conflict blinded numbness we look to the leaders to steer, peel back disagreement from the windshield. We wait with held breath for a directive to follow while voices clash, a radio screech between stations unwilling to tune in to clarity. We hope for a brilliant leader to put on a pedestal of responsibility, like the GPS we depend on to find our way the one who will hold the key to making it all go away. Let's reach into our own pockets. What if the driver we seek is us? Not singular but each, all together. The many unified. © Ali Grimshaw 2020 Let’s give thanks for poll workers, Stacey Abrams, fact-checkers — and the weather Thank you to every single person who helped to provide others with the opportunity to vote in our recent election. Together we can, yes we can, keep democracy alive. Thank you Joe Biden. dVerse Open Link Night - Join in the reading and sharing of poetry with a welcoming community.
A big thank you to Susi Bocks for sharing my voice on, “The Short of It.” I invite you to visit her site, iwriteher.com, for a reading of my short poems including this one. Thank you to all the readers that keep poetry alive.
Thunderstorm Conversations Lean into the loud hold curiosity’s hand consider this thundering consider it may not mean what you thought. This crack clashing boom only an illusion of danger. Maybe it isn’t a disastrous end but a calling of resounding strength a breaking through from your ancestors reverberating out across the sky, “We are with you.” Ali Grimshaw 2020
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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
Which way out? Down is upside down up is not what it used to be Which way to the familiar where the predictable seemed to be real? Which way to rise above the untaught history which left us blind? Which way forward to undo, redo, or never do again what once we did? What we weren't ready for or maybe never are, let's help each other rise let us begin again. © Ali Grimshaw 2020
Writing together provides a mirror for us to process life in a safe place where we have all agreed to listen with compassion. Thank you to all of you who have written with me in the last few months. I am so very grateful to share this journey with you. I have added this new date and time to open up the invitation to others in different time zones. Let’s connect across the boarders. Stay safe my friends.
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