The Reasons*- Poem by Ali Grimshaw

They never guessed it could have happened.
It was too dark for some, others had gone into hiding.
They told us too, and then I did. You did too.
The pipe didn't reach far enough and we scratched our heads.
Because we knew, after trying the other way forward.
It looked like he had a gun in his hand, his life now lost.
Afterwards, her phone died without a way to recharge.
It became obvious when the lights flickered.
Time was running out before the doorway melted.
They didn't believe it could be possible, the distance between
farther than it appeared, like a funhouse mirror.
Attempting 100 times more than on that frightful Friday.
Then light broke through from the other side for no reason.

* Answers appear in random order and don't represent value 
or popularity. No other poems were hurt in the writing of this poem.

This poem first published on Visual Verse, Vol. 8 Chapter 5.

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Embers Embraced – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

“We’re here for a reason. I believe a bit of the reason is to throw little torches out to lead people through the dark.”
The Violin Conspiracy
tossing a torch of love-light

my intentional hope
that you will catch it 
hold it high 
light your way forward

your choice offers 
a candlelight of possibilities  
or coals diminishing
left untended

my heartwork 
dancing from within
fueled by other's embers

those past torches

© Ali Grimshaw 2020

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Deliciousness – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

What happiness can arrive
when sunlight's retreat paints

leaves cherry crush, berry swirl
butterscotch eye candy

walking through an ordinary Monday
your hand in mine, we breathe the awe
street lined masterpieces
colored by a lack of chlorophyll

less of something  
created more today

© Ali Grimshaw 2020

Another yummy tree in my Portland, Oregon neighborhood.

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Chasing Waterfalls – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

choices round
choices flat
choices show us
where we're at

choices lead us to the door
choices call us
scream for more

choices encircle or fence some out
choices whisper
sometimes shout

It is up to you 
what you find
to open up 
or close your mind.

©Ali Grimshaw 2022

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I am not sure what happened today. I never write rhyming poems.
This one wouldn't let me go.

Why write together? – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

because time is slippery
memories mingle with worries 
when the pen lies dormant

because others are mirrors of magnitude
shining back the full spectrum 
of light in each of us

because when was the last time 
you made an appointment to savor 
the words of your own heart?

©Ali Grimshaw 2022

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Beckoning – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

turning the page
tilts my story's full, first half

daybreak spills, spreading

past pages highlighted 
scribbled, dog-eared 

moldable mornings
of my middle life

a return route mapped
for when memory fades

my shadow lengthens
I am far past sunrise 

now imagination holds 
the pen 

©Ali Grimshaw 2022

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Daybreak – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

Sauvie Island, Oregon. Summer 2022

Each day a chance
for new green to reach us
for listening to happen in a way
that has never happened before.

For air to clear.
And for us to come together
instead of apart.

For healing to blossom
forgiveness heard, shame shifting
to break the cycle of old chains.

For mirroring your love
revealing how your eyes
have seen me forward.

For rebalancing of Earth and sky
an atmosphere where all living things
breathe without fear of suffocation.

For dormancy to begin again
or throw off its covers
to jump out of bed.

For someone to return home
or find a home
or be welcomed to a home
for the very first time.

©Ali Grimshaw 2022

This poem first published in, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women, available HERE (kindle & paperback) This poetry anthology is a testament to both the challenges that women face in our society, and to their power to overcome them. A memorable collection of over 200 poems by more than 100 authors. Thanks to the work of by Gabriela Marie Milton and Ingrid Wilson.

Inherited – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

“What we carry defines who we are. And the effort we make is our legacy.” ~Mitch Albom

I carry
your laugh.
How it starts small, a rolling whisper 
then snowballs to a full round of roaring joy.

I carry
your hands.
How your fingers thread mine
snug and loose at the same time woven.

I carry
your story memories
holding me gently close
while always leaving breathing room
growth space for my expansion.

©Ali Grimshaw 2022

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Begin – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

pull the small metallic triangle
tear through troubles
until tingle arrives
until you are fully unwrapped
leaving anxious ribbons
tinseled tension
trailed behind

bare-skinned, beaming, braver 
than the last version
greet your new shadow-self
welcome possibilities

many stones of adventure
lay at your feet

©Ali Grimshaw 2022

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gather with those – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

“some of us don’t want to be 
tough alpha leaders.
some of us just want to write
and wander
the garden
and breathe in the sky
and nourish and nurture
and quietly create
new pathways
and live our
lives as art.
to know the earth
as poetry.”
-victoria erickson, rhythms and rhymes
and so I seek those
who are willing to show blooming
and wilting, burnt edges
and randomly exposed roots

they are the ones
the ones who know how 
to listen until the last days

gleaning joy from
what is 

©Ali Grimshaw 2022