When your hurt is my hurt…
Unwind
Thinking in reverse
months tipping, like dominos
to revisit that summer day.
Longing for this cleansing pool,
an offering of chilled calmness
encircled by stone, here I joined
the river of slow movement,
pulling at my rapid pulse.
Plucking the notes ever slower.
Heartbeat dissolving
until I was
just being
water.
© Ali Grimshaw
Liberation To Come
Within this cold capsule
seen but unable to expand
my frozen limbs ache with
limitations of movement.
Let me thaw, stinging with pleasure
extending all the way to my toes.
To dance in the breeze again.
© Ali Grimshaw
Pic and a word challenge – Winter
My light is shining.
A big shout out to the blog, The Drabble, for generously sharing one of my poems today, The Field. It is an honor to be a part of your blog. Follow the link to give it a read and visit their wonderful collection of poetry. Then take a look at their new quarterly e-zine, The Drabble Quarterly.
Connecting with readers from around the world gives me a feeling of hope. I can’t say thank you enough for reading my words and sharing your comments with me. Let’s keep spreading love across the world. We are all part of the human family.
Be well,
Ali
PS This photo was taken in Seattle, WA. This is the famous gum wall. Anyone is free to participate by leaving some gum behind to mark their visit.
When you say goodbye…
Sunlight’s Condolences
Sometimes sunlight falls on your window.
beams of warmth flood in even if undeserving.
The only needed action, opening the curtains.
My window doesn’t offer me any favors this morning.
It is my neighbor’s turn to be touched by light,
her sobs echoing through the wall, my
contentment in the weather offering up support
I don’t know how to give.
No one should be alone in grief
without warmth from another.
© Ali Grimshaw
This poem was inspired by the Pic And A Word Challenge – Windows #64
The Pic and a Word Challenge is a weekly creativity prompt offered on Sunday mornings.
My Leaf Man
He brings me leaves
one each day
a contrast in shape
varied vibrancy, coral to ripe peach
left on the kitchen counter
until evening arrives at our window.
Held in his palm
this single donation
color story of today
our eyes meet
the wrinkles, textured hues, imperfect edges.
Our hands hold a temporary prize between us
cherishing.
Trees give without expecting
something in return. Thankfully,
so does he.
© Ali Grimshaw 2016
May you find someone to share the beauty of nature with today. Happy Thanksgiving.
When discouragement arrives…
A Mindful Vacation
Between each breath
one, maybe two seconds at most,
a tiny space of nothingness.
My passport can’t get me there.
Driving faster, running harder,
multitasking while eating lunch
working later, doing more…
no closer to my destination.
“Where would you like to travel to?” they ask.
someplace between
inhale
and exhale.
© Ali Grimshaw
When dusk is comfort…
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 