If I read you like a poem.

June 14, 2020June 27, 2020 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 40 Comments

If I brought poetry to your exhale
how would you breathe?

If you brought poetry to my cooking
how would it taste?

If we brought poetry to our conversation
what would we hear?

Would we notice the moan of wind 
escaping our arguments,

notice the water from our pipes is at a trickle, 
and our neighbors don’t stand in the front yard anymore

hateful weeds encroaching upon our edible garden
while voices overrun each other with lawn mower loudness?

A muffled fear, like cotton balls in our ears
falls free revealing the unison of our currents.
 
If I lived poetry
could I see the heart
underneath your skin?

Would you see me as a life 
as valuable as your own?
 
© Alicia Grimshaw 2020

“Poetry, whether the writing itself is explicitly political or not, always seeks a better way to respond, to think, to live.” – E. Ce Miller, writer, journalist

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Unconditional

May 10, 2020 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 20 Comments

When it overflows,

clean and soothing.

A caress down your shoulders,

like fresh falling rain

a compassion of gentle

feathered touch.

The way you wished

your mother had held you

Hold yourself now,

embraced by love.

Within your own

two arms.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020

Entryway

April 7, 2020 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 28 Comments

And though it may seem
like never opening your eyes
will protect you.

Grief’s gentle hand
closing your eyes
to sleep the days away.

If you don’t awaken
there is no way for the love
to get in.

Put your OPEN sign back up.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020

dVerse Quadrille #101

“The risk of love is loss, and the price of loss is grief — But the pain of grief is only a shadow when compared with the pain of never risking love.”

– Hilary Stanton Zunin

Pep Talk – poem by Ali Grimshaw

March 12, 2020March 12, 2020 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 41 Comments

“I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples.” – Mother Teresa

Show up.
Be your
unique colors.
That’s enough.

Even when you doubt.
Even when you think it won’t work.
Even when you’re scared.

Show up.
That’s enough.

Those that came before
did just that.
Day after day
after day.

Show up.
Stand up.
Speak up.

Stop to listen from your heart.

Breathe.
You are ok.

Now repeat.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020

Photo taken in NYC July 2019

dVerse Poets Pub – Lists Challenge

Singing through the cracks

March 6, 2020March 12, 2020 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 24 Comments

Image may contain: outdoor, possible text that says 'Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in. Leonard Cohen LIFE' A DANCETM'

And they sang
through the cracks of pain
through the wandering worries
through the regrets, determined desires
to be true to their calling hearts.

And they sang
because song was needed
because together their voices lifted
because all else didn’t make sense
because they could.

And others joined the circle

and they sang.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020

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“Nothing accesses the inner world of feelings, sensations, memories, and associations as directly as music does,” says Diane Austin, adjunct associate professor of music therapy at New York University and executive director of the Music Psychotherapy Center in New York. “The voice is like a bridge from your heart to your head. Singing freely releases what’s locked up in your body.” A pilot study published in the British Journal of Nursing found that singing therapy could greatly reduce the anxiety and depression patients can experience following a major surgery. – Sing Two Songs and Call Me in the Morning by Sari Harrar

Temporary – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

February 27, 2020March 5, 2020 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 57 Comments

Your phrases landed
on the floor between us.
I didn’t know how to catch them.

Your breathless words carried
a story of near miss.
One collection of minutes
that almost
restructured my life.

Like flower petals
blown away by the wind
altering forever

their attachment
to the stem.

Never again to unite in bloom’s beauty.

A reminder of
the impermanence of us.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020 (Rewrite of a poem shared in 2017)

dVerse prompt – Poetics: Impermanence

May you notice – poem by Ali Grimshaw

February 14, 2020February 14, 2020 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 29 Comments

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It doesn’t need

to be earned

fought for, proven.

It cannot be purchased

or owed.

True love is given

just because.

I hope that you notice

that love has landed on you today.

I hope you let yourself feel it.

Thank you to all my readers for the love you share in the world. I see your hearts strong.

Traveler

January 28, 2020 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 31 Comments

Your silhouetted resilience

of an almost ageless traveler

with kid’s eyes of curious.

Ready for all that is,

wildly wondrous.

Unwilling to miss a viewpoint

be it window wide

or mountaintop.

Fractured city lights illuminate

all the bold and beloved

I see in you.

dVerse Quadrille #96 Wild

Dedicated to my adventurous life partner, Adam.

One bowl – poem by Ali Grimshaw

January 26, 2020January 28, 2020 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 29 Comments

And the words were ladled out
to fill her, like warm soup
for a bleak benumbed soul in need

she had forgotten to feed her
spirit, an inner child who waited
patient for her spoonful

another day here was possible

“Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand – and melting like a snowflake.” – Francis Bacon

Yours in mine – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

December 22, 2019December 27, 2019 ~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 33 Comments

Can we just hold hands,
stop the world
and just hold hands?
Yours in mine.
Hers in hers.
His in theirs.
Fingers intwined
bridge across
to touch.

One Word Sunday – Hands

Make a brighter day. Share.

Like this:

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020

Make a brighter day. Share.

Like this:

And though it may seem like never opening your eyes will protect you.

Grief’s gentle hand closing your eyes to sleep the days away.

If you don’t awaken there is no way for the love to get in.

Put your OPEN sign back up.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020

“The risk of love is loss, and the price of loss is grief — But the pain of grief is only a shadow when compared with the pain of never risking love.”

– Hilary Stanton Zunin

Make a brighter day. Share.

Like this:

“I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples.” – Mother Teresa

Show up. Be your unique colors. That’s enough.

Even when you doubt. Even when you think it won’t work. Even when you’re scared.

Show up. That’s enough.

Those that came before did just that. Day after day after day.

Show up. Stand up. Speak up.

Stop to listen from your heart.

Breathe. You are ok.

Now repeat.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020

Photo taken in NYC July 2019

Make a brighter day. Share.

Like this:

And they sang through the cracks of pain through the wandering worries through the regrets, determined desires to be true to their calling hearts.

And they sang because song was needed because together their voices lifted because all else didn’t make sense because they could.

And others joined the circle

and they sang.

Make a brighter day. Share.

Like this:

Your phrases landed on the floor between us. I didn’t know how to catch them.

Your breathless words carried a story of near miss. One collection of minutes that almost restructured my life.

Like flower petals blown away by the wind altering forever

their attachment to the stem.

Never again to unite in bloom’s beauty.

A reminder of the impermanence of us.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020 (Rewrite of a poem shared in 2017)

Make a brighter day. Share.

Like this:

It doesn’t need

to be earned

fought for, proven.

It cannot be purchased

or owed.

True love is given

just because.

I hope that you notice

that love has landed on you today.

I hope you let yourself feel it.

© Ali Grimshaw 2020

Make a brighter day. Share.

Like this:

Your silhouetted resilience

of an almost ageless traveler

with kid’s eyes of curious.

Ready for all that is,

wildly wondrous.

Unwilling to miss a viewpoint

be it window wide

or mountaintop.

Fractured city lights illuminate

all the bold and beloved

I see in you.

© Ali Grimshaw 2020

Make a brighter day. Share.

Like this:

And the words were ladled out to fill her, like warm soup for a bleak benumbed soul in need

she had forgotten to feed her spirit, an inner child who waited patient for her spoonful

another day here was possible

© Ali Grimshaw 2020

Make a brighter day. Share.

Like this:

Can we just hold hands, stop the world and just hold hands? Yours in mine. Hers in hers. His in theirs. Fingers intwined bridge across to touch.

Make a brighter day. Share.

Like this:

And though it may seem
like never opening your eyes
will protect you.

Grief’s gentle hand
closing your eyes
to sleep the days away.

If you don’t awaken
there is no way for the love
to get in.

Show up.
Be your
unique colors.
That’s enough.

Even when you doubt.
Even when you think it won’t work.
Even when you’re scared.

Show up.
That’s enough.

Those that came before
did just that.
Day after day
after day.

Show up.
Stand up.
Speak up.

Breathe.
You are ok.

And they sang
through the cracks of pain
through the wandering worries
through the regrets, determined desires
to be true to their calling hearts.

And they sang
because song was needed
because together their voices lifted
because all else didn’t make sense
because they could.

Your phrases landed
on the floor between us.
I didn’t know how to catch them.

Your breathless words carried
a story of near miss.
One collection of minutes
that almost
restructured my life.

Like flower petals
blown away by the wind
altering forever

their attachment
to the stem.

A reminder of
the impermanence of us.

And the words were ladled out
to fill her, like warm soup
for a bleak benumbed soul in need

she had forgotten to feed her
spirit, an inner child who waited
patient for her spoonful

Can we just hold hands,
stop the world
and just hold hands?
Yours in mine.
Hers in hers.
His in theirs.
Fingers intwined
bridge across
to touch.