each day a reaching of outward iridescence threaded violet choices ©Ali Grimshaw 2021 Thank you to Vova Zinger for granting permission to share this inspiring photo as an accompaniment to my poem. I have followed Voya's photography blog for quite a while. His images are fantastic. I love writing with people from around the world. Come share your voice within the writing circle. You may be surprised how the words can flow forth with ease. All voices welcome. Self-Compassion Through Poetry: Writing Circle Friday, July 9, 9:30 – 11:00 am PDT. Register here
This tastes like the memory of that simmering summer day. I held a buttercup flower under your chin, declaring with the yellow glow of your skin, "You like butter." When you said, "Let me try," I knew we would be friends. You were another who wanted to see the colors for herself. ©Ali Grimshaw 2021 For Eugenia's prompt - Happiness Give yourself space to let go Give yourself time to listen inward Give yourself freedom to be Join me for my next writing circle. Self-Compassion Through Poetry: Writing Circle
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Thinly sliced sections of her heart carefully laid bare an inner dissection to find the magnificence of awe that is her heartwisdom. Following faded peak moments mindfully mapped on her skin. Elevations reached, views of reckoning and contours fallen from while yearning led to an evolution of her topography. She continues to traverse past valleys while climbing toward her next becoming still a proposed expedition. © Alicia Grimshaw Rewrite from 2019 dVerse Open Link Night - Join the fun HERE Join me for a writing circle Let me hold space for your voice to appear on the page. Self-Compassion Through Poetry: Writing Circle, Friday, June 25, 10:00 – 11:30 am PDT Register here
“Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change, a bridge across our fears of what has never been before.” – Audre Lorde
Come write with me
throw your words on the wall
Splattering in play.
See which ones stick.
Watch which ones fall.
See the bridge
that you have forgotten.
The girl inside you
is longing to get messy.
©Ali Grimshaw 2021
Self-Compassion Through Poetry: Writing Circle
Friday, June 4, 8:30 – 10:00 am PDT. Register here
Photo taken in Amsterdam.
Becoming Can I still declare I am becoming? There are no vast tomorrows in my future Imagining The Creator Does He still admire his handiwork? No longer does my body bear fruit my womb barely remembers giving life stretch marks have become old road markers now rendered dusty, leading nowhere my thoughts at times confuse me I leave out words wondering where do they disappear Between my mind and fingers in motion hair on my head, now strands resembling common condiments pay homage to seasoned memories what few remain allowed to go their own way they have known submission followed each latest hair trend yet, I continue occupying this body it no longer needs to become acceptance of time confirms I am still here alive nothing thrown at me forced me to recoil never once did I resolve to ever just look back. By Aissatou Sunjata 5/7/21 I am grateful for Aissatou’s permission to share her poem from the writing circle. I continue to meet amazing women across different time zones. Writing together provides a mirror for us to process life in a place where we have all agreed to listen with compassion. Come join us for a writing circle. Self-Compassion Through Poetry: Writing Circle Friday, May 21, 8:30 am PDT. Register here
up to me fitting in is not required. it’s not even necessary. how could any of us fit a mold that is not ours? who made the mold anyway? why did I never question this generational imperative to be someone or something I was not ever intended to be – or become? I question it now. I release it now – today. I free myself to be… me. all that I am, and all I can be is up to me. By Carrie Cannady April 2021 You can find more of Carrie's poems and reflective wisdom here at Leadourlives.net
I am grateful for Carrie’s permission to share her poem from the writing circle. I continue to meet amazing women across different time zones. Writing together provides a mirror for us to process life in a place where we have all agreed to listen with compassion. Come join us for a writing circle. Tickets are by donation.
Poetry has arms to reach beyond borders stretch across isles swim channels of shame while handing our fresh hankies for tears of lost love Poetry has arms to hold, comfort, and allow for all to be felt the sharp, the cut wide open with acceptance Poetry pushes no one away All are welcome through this doorway © Ali Grimshaw 2021 Come write with us. Self-Compassion Through Poetry: Writing Circle Fri, May 7, 2021 10:00 - 11:30 AM PDT Click HERE for more information Let me hold space for your voice. Join a wonderful community of poets for dVerse Open Link Night - HERE
Where to Write From You might think that to be a poet you must have a way with words You can keep thinking that more room for me You might think you must reach way down in the weeds pulling out muddy roots from your sodden brain or recall in detail places of distinction You might think you must go heart searching to find phenomenal fodder for verse or have personal connections with the waves, the sun, the moon and the stars There are those who have done that But really you might be content to write frilly froth of fabled fellows Or maybe, just maybe you’ll surprise yourself, crawl down deep like an a spelunking explorer to places in yourself you haven’t been or yet even noticed By Lilli Ann Carey I am grateful for Lilli Ann's permission to share her poem from a recent writing circle. Writing together provides a mirror for us to process life in a safe place. Each of us has words that matter. Within the writing circle we nourish them. Curious? Email met at email@example.com
What if I wrote what could not be spoken of words of depth, concise sentences of discomfort and truth, looped them together with my hand a signatured message unique, like my voice. Left on your desk, enclosed by the folded paper, to find tomorrow or in a haste of reorganizing, leaving you to wonder when it arrived. Would you recognize the writing or disregard then discard it as scrap, all while maintaining focus on achievements of a workplace that doesn't have time for cursive communication? ©Ali Grimshaw 2021 dVerse Open Link Night #288 - Join us.
Looking For My Wild Card That’s no weakness ... That’s your wild card From Kim Stafford’s poem “Advice From A Raindrop” I do not think of myself as wild — I am a peacemaker But the hint that perhaps I have a wild card, a side of me rarely displayed, waiting within till needed — then ready to flash forward? I savor that suggestion and seek within, hoping to get acquainted willing to adapt my peaceful approach Might I become a mirror to others that they see their own behavior as destructive and pause to consider other options? Or might I blend in, becoming part of what had seemed contrary to my beliefs only to discover therein new perspectives? My wild card may seem pretty tame to others — I may be the one most needing its nudges ©SJaeschke 2021 I am grateful for Jazz's permission to share her poem from a recent writing circle. You can find more of her poems here on her blog Steps and Pauses. Writing together provides a mirror for us to process life. I would be honored to hold space for your words to appear on the page. Join me for the next gathering. No experience needed. All voices welcome. Renewal Through Poetry: Introductory Writing Circle March 28, 4:00 PM PST register here – Eventbrite