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
There are moments when what someone else has inked onto the page stops time for you when another's words absorb through your skin settling deep in your belly like a surprising crumb of nourishment you didn't know you needed. A small taste of harmony, blooming on your tongue. It opens a realizing that wasn't there before a long lasting hunger, you nibble through a second read then a third, taking your time to swallow it all. Remembering a desire for flavors that had been forgotten how good a poem could taste. ©Ali Grimshaw 2021 My poem is a response of gratitude for a poem I read today called Ice Cube on School of Blue Read the poem HERE. Thank you, Rick Frame, for the nourishment. My photo was taken near Amsterdam. A lovely, crisp morning of reflection where the sky and the water gave back to each other. LAPC #138 – Natural Light
ink them down scribble quickly draw from your cuts fly down this line and the next scrawl the clouds of confusion let them outside of your inside release the liquid of life swiftly, before you overthink then blow them all away like dandelion seeds ©Ali Grimshaw 2021 dVerse Quadrille - Come join the fun HERE.
“Poetry offers the world something that’s small enough to carry close to your heart, and big enough to carry all of the ordinary things that can be encompassed in any one day.” — Pádraig Ó Tuama
Purgation shame sweeping disinfecting disappointment vacuuming deeply the corners of deliberately lost memories I open one eye, hesitant to take a look then squint until rooted in my intention It's possible there is no monster of madness in the closed cupboard of the past just dust bunnies multiplying and the purgation continues. ©Ali Grimshaw 2021 dVerse Open Link Night - Join a welcoming community of poets HERE.
I spent some time with Ali Grimshaw’s writing circle and once again, enjoyed being with like minded souls as we explored poetry together. The inspiration for my poem came from, “Lighthouse Keeping” by Kay Ryan. – Val
Know that we are keepers of the light Holding space and reaching out to those in darkened places. Its not our job to judge, advise, fix or rescue others. Our calling is to keep the light shining within ourselves and bring it to the world, to keep us all afloat. Thank you Val for sharing this inspirational poem and for all the loving support written on your blog, Find Your Middle Ground. You are a bright light in the world. Keep on shining. I will be reading in appreciation. Photo by Ave Calvar Martinez
He bought it used. It was heavy and solid like home. Soon he began to peel the layers away. It was painted antique green and underneath she remembered a layer of white, then bright orange. She was not sure what the the other colors were but it had been coated and recoated by many who had different preferences. He spent hours cleaning away paint brushed into the crevices and cracks. It was a labor of care to reach the wood grain underneath all of those years. She watched him work off and on knowing he would continue. He told her it would be hers but her doubt piled up with the days. Through the sanding and peeling of hours of evenings. It was taking a long time, so much time and more than he realized it would. After all of that scraping away to bring the beauty to light, she knew that it couldn’t be passed to another, even a daughter that he loved. It wouldn’t be hers now. Not because it was an antique piano, but because of the time it took him to bring it back to life. When he said, “Yes, of course it is yours.” She was surprised by the love of those hours. It remains with her today.
winter through window
gold sunlight gleams in wood grain
warming to the touch
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"The decision we face is not to chart the perfect way forward; it is simply to embark on a journey. Once we’ve taken a step forward, the work will teach us where to take a second step, and then a third, and so on. Purpose does not reveal itself to those sitting safely at the starting block. In other words, you don’t plan your way into finding your purpose. You live into it.” - Jacqueline Novogratz 500th I guess I can't call it an accident it's time to admit, intentionality. Claiming my inner poet five years ago (a birthday gift to myself) has led to this my 500th post. I would have given up sharing, long ago, if it hadn't been for you you reading, then reflecting back your thoughts in return. Knowing the aloneness of darkness I started with the desire to reach just one share my flashlight sit beside and just listen and listen some more. These years have brought your voices on the breeze, across seas, stanzas have sailed, flown and walked themselves beyond boundaries, I have heard your hearts. Together we are rewriting a world through poetry. Thank you for being a part of my journey. I am here to serve you in yours. I would love to write with you and hold space for your words. Renewal Through Poetry: Introductory Writing Circles March 7, 4:00 PM PST register here – Eventbrite
“It’s not the weight you carry but how you carry it – books, bricks, grief – it’s all in the way you embrace it, balance it, carry it –from Mary Oliver, “Heavy”
untold stories swallowed whole like stones in your belly can fly when spoken alight on trusted shoulders go reside elsewhere write your untold narratives scribble pain into delicate beauty burn those you are finished reading ignite just enough heat vitality is drawn to warmth © Ali Grimshaw 2021 dVerse Quadrille - Going, going, gone. Come join us.
Poetry is truth in a universal language able to cross boundaries and reach the human heart. It is through our practice of listening deeply to poems, to ourselves and each other that the joy of connection is created within the writing circle. I am honored to hold space for your words and invite you to welcome them to the page. Let's get lost together as we write and reflect. Join me for an upcoming writing circle. Fill your heart. Let's get lost in beauty of the waves. Put the needle on the record of this day, live simply so others may simply live to delight in all good things wild and free. © Ali Grimshaw 2021