Handwritten on March 7 -Poem By Ali Grimshaw

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

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Poems from the Circle





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 


Thank you School of Blue

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 

Liberated Words – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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

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Purgation – Poem By Ali Grimshaw

“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

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Poems from the Circle – Lighthouse Keeping

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

Lighthouse Keeping By Val Boyko
Find Your Middle Ground

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

 

The Gift – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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

 ©Ali Grimshaw 2021

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500th – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

"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. 

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When heaviness becomes an unwanted roommate

“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

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Let’s Get Lost in a Poem – Ali Grimshaw

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