you believe that saying the right thing will dissolve the pain, that you should know how to ascend the sunken afloat in powerlessness without the words to reach the aggrieved restore their hearts to harmony don’t be swallowed by your lacking the right words never have been what the grieving seek sufficient is whole face listening eyes intent to bridge being ears strong enough to hear without changing the subject and you can do that anyone can make that choice First published on VITA BREVIS PRESS 2018 For those are are grieving today. I send this to you with love.
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Unfolding Love – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
By knowing you, I see myself in bloom now and 90 years wrinkled. My doubts don’t exist in your eyes. You see the chipped edges scars of failed attempts places worn raw as my earned beauty. You hold the rough abeyant curves of my puzzle like a treasure. You saw my essence of spirit gently holding it all up, a mirror before me, until I could see, for myself, who I am becoming. © Ali Grimshaw 2020 Eugi's Weekly Prompt - Romance
Bashful – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
a slight alteration not a full smile where teeth reveal themselves just a curled corner of lips lift your cheek rising upward winking your eye those unfamiliar to your face wouldn't notice the half-smirk so quickly retreating behind the coffee mug but I saw it as real as sunrise and I don't need more to know you felt joy today © Ali Grimshaw 2021 dVerse Open Link Night - Come join the fun.
Temporary – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
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
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
Thank you to all my readers for the love you share in the world. I see your hearts strong.
32 Degrees – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
The quiet between us
like floating icebergs
frostbit tongues in stillness.
Is it that we have forgotten what to say
misplaced our formula to speak,
a habitual slow retreat to safety?
“What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing.”
I am uncertain how to start the
defrost cycle.
© Ali Grimshaw 2019
First shared on The Drabble
Tandem – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
Head down, back bent
climbing back into yourself
fear perspires on your forehead.
climbing back into yourself
fear perspires on your forehead.
Looks like you could use a lift.
Travel forward with me
I will steer for awhile.
You can coast.
Travel forward with me
I will steer for awhile.
You can coast.
I will pedal out the questions.
You can consider answers.
Life can be different
on a bicycle built for two.
You can consider answers.
Life can be different
on a bicycle built for two.
First published on Versewrights.
© Ali Grimshaw 2019
Plotting a Course – Poem by Ali Grimshaw
Another sunrise through our window
light of reexamination
realization of the rich journey
the roads I would have not taken
without your vastly different
sense of direction
neither of us see West the same
but agree, it is not the end of our daylight.
© Ali Grimshaw 2019
d’Verse – Quadrille #80 challenge
Borrowed Flight – A Poem by Ali Grimshaw
I am grateful to Ann Kestner at Poetry Breakfast for sharing my poem today. If you have ever had a difficult time figuring out how to say something then you will probably relate to this poem.
Borrowed Flight – A Poem by Ali Grimshaw (click here to read)
Poetry Breakfast serves up a poem each morning to go with your coffee or tea. If you haven’t checked out this site then give it a try. It is a great way to start your day.
Parallel
craters of care
shadow marked attempts
deeply rutted thinking paths
(your footprints alongside mine)
from days of trying again and
our laughter in piles around the room
you are there in all the footsteps
of my mind.
© Ali Grimshaw 2019
“footsteps of the mind” – Tuesday writing challenge at Go Dog Go Cafe
