Beyond Boundaries

 

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There is no hourglass

of time

in love.

 

It matters not,

if months or years pass,

love is beyond physical bodies

beyond boundaries.

 

Like a favorite song

heard from the middle of the tune.

There is no less joy to listen.

 

Locked away, rust resistant

“Love has no expiration date.”

 

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

Photo taken in 2016 while hiking on the Cinque Terre in Italy.

Wanderlust Photo Challenge

 

 

Beginning

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Wrap yourself in the miracle of this sunrise.

Open eyes

Open ears

Open heart

Cry for even one life that is not yet free

unable to see the sun.

 

A stranger arrives at the bus stop.

“How’s your morning going?”

Look into his eyes, instead of away

as he answers.

Ask him if he saw the sunrise.

 

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

 

 

 

Opening Up

 

Under the tree, sitting

knee to knee while

randomly, snow petals

drift down between us.

‘How can we begin again?

After all, I don’t trust.

I have forgotten how, or…

maybe I never knew.’

While branches above blossom yearly

growth regardless of weather.

‘I guess the question is,

how badly do I

want to blossom?’

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

“Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.” — Carl Sandburg, from The Atlantic, March 1923

 

 

 

Each Morning

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“The best poetry has a magical quality—a sense of being more than the sum of its parts—and even when it’s impossible to articulate this sense, this something more, the power of the poem is left undiminished.” – How to Read a Poem from Poets.org

Happy National Poetry Month 2017

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

Your First Home

Have you ever sat by the sea

listened to the voice in the waves

accompanied by the underwater drummers

pulling you back to a time

before words were spoken

a time of simultaneous floating

while anchored

a return to your first home

before your feet ever walked the earth?

 © Alicia Grimshaw 2017

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Wanted:

A listener.

Intent on feeling instead of hearing my words.

Eager to sift out the ones I have outgrown 

return those that call my name, carry me forward,

speak them like a trail to follow when I am lost.

Will utter truth even when it cracks my surface.

Incapable of withholding even a syllable of himself

with the knowing it will suffocate our tomorrows.

Who will remember my voice,

long after I’ve gone.

Curiosity a must.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

 

 

 

 

 

 

The shadow of beauty

In beauty’s shadow

a crisp line, clearly defined

elegance of shape

where darkness and light kiss,

yet keep their boundaries

brought forth by the sunlight

and those who choose to stand in it.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

Photo by Kirsten Schwabel (Thank you Kirsten for the beauty.)

Happy National Poetry Day 2017