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

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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

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