Interference

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 10 Comments

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My head sits

on cords of screaming tension

inability to relax into

whirl of busyness, cyclone

of storms around my being

interference between me

and the presence

I wish to give you.

Please forgive my current cloudiness.

Blow this weather to the corner of the room.

I want to sit with you.

“What is the state of your heart?”

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

Inspired by  – “Let us insist on a type of human-to-human connection where when one of us responds by saying, “I am just so busy,” we can follow up by saying, “I know, love. We all are. But I want to know how your heart is doing.” “

Someday…

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 20 Comments

Enlight29

Anticipation of a sky in bloom.

explosions of joy for some

a trigger of fear for the newly arrived.

We the people

are the country.

Independence for some,

not yet all.

Freedom calls us.

Our diversity, our strength.

open peaceful arms

one love.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

Happy 4th of July. May we find a way to live in peace.

Thank you

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 14 Comments

My poems, 32 Degrees and Bouncing Bullets, have been shared on The Drabble. This blog is dedicated to publishing original fiction, non-fiction, and poetic works of 100 words or less. If you enjoy creativity and concise writing this blog is for you. Thank you to The Drabble for creating and supporting a community of writers.  Through poetry we can calm our minds, share the human experience and laugh together to keep our sanity.

Make it a beautiful day.

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Squeeze

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 11 Comments

What is the point of this adrenaline

if not to catch a falling baby,

escape from a lion or revive a drowning man?

Where can all of this feeling go?  I want a place for it.

A drawer, a box, a shelf, a treasure chest, the trunk of a car

maybe an large envelope to mail it far away.

Away from me. Where I am not the one.

Draw another name from the hat, surely she is stronger.

How am I to hold this prickling, burning weight,

vibrational surge, flaming fingertips?

Pressure builds until this little teapot

blows her steam.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

 

Snapshot

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 7 Comments

image

You look but don’t see

me. Within your view

invisible to your eyes.

 

Discomfort or unconscious

choice. I cannot be a character

in the story of your world.

 

Revisit the snapshot

years later, silhouetted,

my image lives.

 

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

Photo taken in Lucca, Italy 2016.

Photo challenge Transient

 

 

 

Lessons

~ Ali Grimshaw ~ 12 Comments

 

How do you capture

a lifetime of fatherhood

put it down on the page?

 

Your voice in times of doubt

your hand on my shoulder

your cup always half full.

 

Yet, it wasn’t what you said

year after year that I remember most

you stood beside

you held up others

you lead with love.

 

You showed me.

 

Dedicated to my dearly loved father, Thomas Jenkins, who has fathered many over the years as an educator and coach. No words will ever be enough to tell you how much I love you.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017