Yours in mine – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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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.

© Ali Grimshaw 2019

One Word Sunday – Hands

Solstice Lanterns

 

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When the crack widens to an unknown view
fear can squeeze in between rough edges of darkness

quickly slide in, expanding like a balloon
barricade of shadow to seal the entrance.

Yet seekers of light will never be dismayed by tricks of perspective
their wisdom of the season’s shifting songs sing them forward.

When eyes look with love, illumination is present for all
allowing forgiveness to set another place at the table

where lanterns burn long into the night.

© Ali Grimshaw 2019

Dedicated to all of those who make the world a better place by generously giving their light.

If you happen to be in Vancouver BC, Canada on Saturday December 21, check out their 26th Annual Winter Solstice Lantern Festival put on by the Secret Lantern Society. Even if you can’t go, you will find their website inspiring with free community events including a labyrinth of light and workshops to make lanterns. What beauty communities can create when they come together.

 

 

 

who am i – poem from whisperthatecho

What is love to me.
What is love?
What am i to love.
What am i?

Who are you to me.
Who are you?
Who are we to them.
Who are we?

Where are we to Mars.
Where are we?
Where am i to you.
Where am i?

What is love to me.
What is love?
Who am i to love.
Who am i?

I don’t often share poems from other blog sites but this one speaks so clearly to me of the simple power of love. Soak it in. who am i, from the blog Whisperthatecho

Anticipation of beginning again

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Like spilt milk
later to sour
an immediate response
to cleanse
wasn’t enough.

A whiteness that
blanked out what
we had been
like our love
lost consciousness.

Now after, the hours of it all
we face each other
in anticipation
hold a canvas cleared.

Dip your hand with me
to paint the next.

© Ali Grimshaw 2019

dVerse Poets Pub – waiting