Long before…

In the unfinished

before the credits scroll past

can you choose acceptance

without an end,

before the conclusion

without approval from the crowd?

Between the ribs, within

deeply, a voice

the one you used to hear

before you thought the others

were the ones that mattered.

Knew better and overruled your soul.

Before you decided

who you weren’t going to be.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

 

 

Beyond Boundaries

 

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There is no hourglass

of time

in love.

 

It matters not,

if months or years pass,

love is beyond physical bodies

beyond boundaries.

 

Like a favorite song

heard from the middle of the tune.

There is no less joy to listen.

 

Locked away, rust resistant

“Love has no expiration date.”

 

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

Photo taken in 2016 while hiking on the Cinque Terre in Italy.

Wanderlust Photo Challenge

 

 

Don’t believe everything you think.

When you visit the land of your own thinking.

Shocked by what you see

tip toe between the lines of your history

so as not to waken them

these tales from the past

will inquire of your intentions.

 

Take a flashlight

when you visit your thoughts.

It can be eerily dark inside,

a tangle of paths to lose your way.

No one to question doubts

remind you of the courageous act

of responsibility taken just last week.

 

Step with care, lightly

as you lift, poke and dig.

Leave some music playing in the room

to find your way out.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

 

 

 

 

Beginning

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Wrap yourself in the miracle of this sunrise.

Open eyes

Open ears

Open heart

Cry for even one life that is not yet free

unable to see the sun.

 

A stranger arrives at the bus stop.

“How’s your morning going?”

Look into his eyes, instead of away

as he answers.

Ask him if he saw the sunrise.

 

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

 

 

 

What is the cost of waiting?

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© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

“In spite of the flames of tragedy, a poem is a glowing ember, making visible the power of hope, and the human spirit. We must not only read and watch, we are called by the poet to bring the flame back to the ember, to do what we can to help people not only to survive, but to thrive.” – Why Poetry Matters from Huffington Post