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
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
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
Something other than sleep
more like jumping into water of coolness.
Not dreamland, but renewal of returning,
more like the thrill of meeting someone new,
in the skin of an old friend.
Diversion from daily tunnels of thought.
When was the last time your bare feet felt
the smooth tile of the lobby?
The feel of breath leaving your body
an elevator going down
a return to the ground floor.
An entrance to rest.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Photo from Pixabay
The sky
it is never not there
will not leave a note goodbye
to disappear in the night.
Serenely blue, growl of gray
watercolored clouds a tumble
dependably ever-changing, yet
never forsaking.
When the curtain goes up at sunrise
a steadfast performance
worthy of an audience.
Don’t miss the show.
No tickets necessary.
© Ali Grimshaw 2017
#Loveuary Challenge – Celebrating today with a love poem for the sky.
In the solitude of these chambers
my heart remembers how to breathe.
Cool air pulled in, an inflation of freedom
expansion completed. To rise and fall,
again, again, again…
My internal rhythm,
muscles in unison,
ceaselessly at work,
to fill me from toes to earlobes,
without my acknowledgement
or praise.
An intake of peaceful,
taken for granted,
to keep this heart beating
another day.
© Ali Grimshaw 2017
Celebrate #Loveuary with the blog But I Smile Anyway
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