Alongside the Tent – poem by Ali Grimshaw

My bare feet travel riverside down the dust talcum path. They feel the way forward while softly grounded in the fine dirt. As the bank of trees lean to shade, the river glides past, over and around rocks. Here it seems effortless for lives of birds, fish and plants to thrive together. None needing to shame or blame. Is it just my interpretation or have the living of the river ecosystem always known that there is enough for all, that everyone’s time will someday pass, that we will someday be nourishment for the next in line and there is peace in the acceptance of being a part of the changing cycle? There seems to be balance here. The kind of balance I am always seeking. As I hike up the pants, I have yet to grow into, I wonder if humans really are the more evolved species. It seems that I have so much to learn from the Osprey’s willingness to try again and the way rivers shift course without blaming the logs that have fallen to block their route. As I pack up my tent site I am already planning my return.

The river knows flow
transforming place without shame 
forgiving teacher

© Ali Grimshaw 2020

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Receiving – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

The messages kept landing
paper birds like folded airplanes from the sky.

Confetti of voices wanting to be heard
swirling of anger, colors of hurt, colliding confusion
spiraling to crash on the ground.

We hold our hands out to catch them
scattering in the street to pick up the fallen.

Each message, a precious life with wings
a paper bird in need of repair.

We sit in a circle and begin to unfold 
cupping our hands, just one at a time 
listening to its life of song.

It is like we have always known what was needed.
We knew we would stay as long as it took to give the listening
for each bird to be heard. It was clear. It was not a burden.

As we gently passed them from one hand to another, 
one by one around the circle, 
the sky opened to us all.
© Ali Grimshaw 2020

dVerse  ~ Poets Pub, Open Link Night with Linda
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This poem is a reflection on the writing circles I have hosted. I will continue to offer a safe space of refuge for others to be seen and heard just as they are. Love is always the way forward.

Fall Will Catch You – a poem by Ali Grimshaw

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Painted leaves sing in unison
Unlike music, their song
is soundless harmony.

This orchestra of color
soothes the tempo
an internal pounding

from a day of instruments
that refused to play
the same song.

Fall catches me
with muted volume
a serenade of equilibrium.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2018

Unravel an opening

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It is a continual process to unweave
that which is truth from story. I pull

a thread, remove one line, observe how
the fabric changes, notice the new spaces

breathing between essential threads
that remain, a skeleton of existence

until extracting the unneeded
leaves what is left, sparsely resilient

penetrable light of a future once blocked
by memories tightly woven.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2018

CB&W Photo Challenge

Forgiving Fridays

Running Partner

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Rain on our lips

down the path we run.

Through puddles

not around.

 

Mud and moss

wind whipped hair

years of words

between breaths of air.

 

Over roots, between trees

creek waters roll by, unraveling

questions quenched by the miles.

 

Thoughts uttered within the flow

of movement, vulnerability

not possible in stillness.

 

Ali Grimshaw – revision of a poem first shared in 2016

 

Tough Exterior

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rusted rails, a cage to keep others out

no second chances, a cost too great

alone in the elements, hardened by hurt

 

not the last turn

just a mistaken dead end sign

wonder yourself free, between the bars

look up, before you lies a light of awe

 

to melt your heart free.

 

© Alicia Grimshaw 2018

Out of this world

Wonder

Slightly to the right

One step to the right

not a stretch, just a nudge

shift of weight to the side.

One step away

between worry and wonder

landscape of exhaustion

or possibility.

Not a marathon, nothing to train for,

just one

small

step.

Get your shoes on.

wonder is waiting.

© Ali Grimshaw 2018

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Photo credit to Pixabay.com

Unwind

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Thinking in reverse

months tip, like dominos

to revisit that summer day.

Longing for this cleansing pool,

offering of chilled calmness

encircled by stone, here I joined

the river of slow movement,

pulling at my rapid pulse.

Plucking the notes ever slower.

Heartbeat dissolving

until I was

just being

water.

© Ali Grimshaw

 

Almost Tangible

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He made the plain and simple

a view of miraculous. With just

a touch. All became encased overnight

by a spell of magic.

A landscape of tiny glass castles.

Her damp feet, nourished soul

left her with a wondering, as if

it almost never happened.

Had winter sun

melted her glass slippers away?

© Ali Grimshaw 2017

ALMOST

 

My light is shining

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I am again honored to have a poem published by Vita Brevis, The New Poetry Magazine. My poem Rest is up today.  Rest is a constant seeking in our world by so many with weary hearts. If you are feeling frazzled, wired-tired and seeking escape then you are not alone. Take time to connect with another human, sit with quiet, or listen to a poem.

Sending love and support

by way of clouds

that surround us all

with protection.

Ali