The wordclouds hover above to make a shadow on my morning. Looking up I wonder, how am I to decipher which are fact or which are fiction? Layered marks of truth and dare like a novel netted weather pattern and I am no meterologist, just someone looking for a small clearing in the sky. © Alicia Grimshaw 2023 Join a welcoming community of poets for Open Link Night on dVerse Poets Pub, HERE.
Your belief in aloneness is your greatest mistake. You were born into the hands of the world, for us to sing you through. Mountains to call you upward rivers to bring forth and release. For what you are made of, I am made of elements of rock, sky and sea. Your error is not that you are broken It is that you have yet to see your wholeness. © Alicia Grimshaw 2023 Join a welcoming community of poets for Open Link Night on dVerse Poets Pub, HERE.
“Turn and go back to the last thing
you remember doing
with your whole heart.”
– Joyce Sutphen
Even without a roadmap I can follow the song of my heart's direction. Sing along while keen to its increase. Turning in time so as not to lose the melodic trail. Ears intent on my wholeness of being Filtering freefalling notes once lost easing my ache of confusion. © Ali Grimshaw 2023 Coddiwomple (v.) Origin: English Slang Word.Definition: To travel in a purposeful manner towards a vague destination. earthweal open link weekend Join us to share and connect.
I run from myself catch a corner of feeling accept this moment of liberation as skin of bruised clouds darkens a prickling tingle goosebumps my arms airwaves gather energy sparks our tilted world revolves a turning we have never been able to feel yet know as truth a shift occurring between/from who are the others who are the us we ride around the sun evolving regardless of our position or noticing recycled drops of rain. © Ali Grimshaw 2023 First published on MasticadoresUsa Thank you for giving my poem a home. Photo taken in San Franscico. A luscious sunset in February of 2023.
It gets dirty over time soiled by history, upturned endings, unexpected overflows into tomorrow. Stains of resentment, practiced disbelief, and heartbreak headlines get into the fabric. It loses it's luster with living. Launder your hope often with practice you will begin to notice when it's time for cleansing a cycle of care soaps of forgiveness scented rinsing of kindness freeing the unneeded past in a small, generous bucket. Let it line dry on its own sunlight time without watching your clock returning to softness, colors revealed by evening's renewable breeze. And now I wonder why there isn't a small label with clear directions for it's care? What information could be more important to keep your heart open? © Ali Grimshaw 2023 Join us for Open Link Night at dVersep Poet's Pub - HERE Earthweal Open Link Weekend #157
“Choosing to live and love with our whole hearts is an act of defiance. ”
– Brene Brown
is it's weight worth carrying forward does waking up to it spring you forth have you noticed that you stepped into it again it is never too late to go barefoot fresh starts are free don't believe me go toe testing for yourself I dare you to show up differently bare yourself © Ali Grimshaw 2023
how many days can you claim bold aliveness kindergarten eagerness ignited intentions bright contagiousness of shared lifting sky-filled unerasable strokes readable by all baring yourself beautiful with each word from your mouth skinny-dipping freedom because words of love deserve all capitals sing unification undeniable © Ali Grimshaw 2023 Join us on dVerse for Quadrille Monday #167 BOLD-ly Go HERE Photo taken in Puerto Vallarta, Mexio.
like wandering children we stepped gingerly in morning iced-light far from Christmas past far from storefronts, Amazon delivery miles from anything that necessitated wrapping we were gifted with captured stillness a fantastical frozen roadside of candied red delight reigned and our hearts were awed © Ali Grimshaw 2022 Wishing you wellness and peace wherever you are whatever you celebrate. May love land on your day. Ali Join us at dVerse Poet's Pub for Quadrille #166 HERE
“You are comprised of 84 minerals, 23 Elements, and 8 gallons of water spread across 38 trillion cells. You have been built up from nothing by the spare parts of the Earth you have consumed, according to a set of instructions hidden in a double helix and small enough to be carried by a sperm. You are recycled butterflies, plants, rocks, streams, firewood, wolf fur, and shark teeth, broken down to their smallest parts and rebuilt into our planet’s most complex living thing.
You are not living on Earth. You are Earth.”
— Aubrey Marcus
My heart has felt the isolation of cold times walls that didn't allow visitors to enter. if I had grown up in the forest sung to by the wind in the trees watched the birds flit, feed and gather in song if I had slept by the rushing river soothed by it magical movement of freedom to flow over and between if I had foraged with the bears following their lead to thread through undergrowth to find my fill would I have ever met loneliness? Does separation exist for forest dwellers moss to mouse tree to tribe river to racoon webbed connections none to separate? © Ali Grimshaw 2022 Join a welcoming community of poets for dVerse Open Link Night #327 - HERE
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