Wisdom of a sunflower

spain_2010_310-e1522597802521.jpg

Her face follows the sun

an anchor of light, trusted to lead while she grew

a warmth of reassurance when her sight was lost

from darkness. A seed born with the knowing

yet unable to realize until the day of blossoming.

She held it all along. Resolve of love, strength to push

through the compacted soil of failure, to stretch

when trampled, to believe in the next dawn

while she remained in the shadow of night.

© Ali Grimshaw 2018 – photo taken on a roadtrip in Spain

“Like sunflowers that stop tracking the sun as they mature, we too begin to respond differently to life as we age. We learn to brave more parts of the day with our heads turned away from the sun, because we realize that we can only know who we are if we let the sun shine behind us and allow it to draw our shadow in front of us, so that we may see how we are really shaped

We begin to realize how even darkness has its gifts, and how even if we don’t always bask in the light, we can survive.” – When Sunflowers Stop Following The Sun

I was inspired to write this poem after reading this thoughtful article.  Never underestimate the power of sharing with careful words.

image

National Poetry Month 2018

Dwelling Place

image

Inside the conversation of contribution

my favorite place to dwell

walls like soft bubble gum that can expand

with the breath of new ideas

to watch you poke, prod, punch

a fist through the wall

on your face the surprised realization

of the awe-filled fluidity, stretched elastic

boundaries you once believed to be walls of stone.

How a soft blow, like cooling off your tea too hot

can open up a whole new room. High rounded ceilings

with space to grow into.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2018

My favorite place to be is inside a coaching conversation listening for another’s dreams. This was a tough idea to capture in a photo. Photo Challenge: Favorite Place 

 

 

 

 

24 hours later

IMG_6306

Years ago I chose the RULE

24 Hours minimum, before

doing, speaking, before action

24 Hours to steep in the experience

all emotional flavors infused, allowed to cool

to sip consideration of your viewpoint

before I express my own.

My reflection on the gift of time to change our perspective. I also have a poem related to this theme up on Via Brevis today.  via EDITOR’S CHOICE: Weather Forecast

Long live the poets.

I don’t usually share this type of post but this group really struck my fancy. What an incredible combination of creativity to bring poetry to the world in a new way.  The Haiku Guys + Gals. write personalized haiku poems on typewriters at every type of event imaginable.  Each interaction takes just a minute or two, and culminates with the creation of a custom gift for the event guest to take home or share.  Some people have likened the experience to “a photo booth for the soul.” This is a haiku they wrote for a fellow blogger. It speaks to me and has me thinking about sharing poems in new ways.

your reach is as long
as your imagination
so untie your hands

May poetry touch your day,

Ali

Tough Exterior

image

 

rusted rails, a cage to keep others out

no second chances, a cost too great

alone in the elements, hardened by hurt

 

not the last turn

just a mistaken dead end sign

wonder yourself free, between the bars

look up, before you lies a light of awe

 

to melt your heart free.

 

© Alicia Grimshaw 2018

Out of this world

Wonder

Message

image

You may have forgotten

I have not.

The strength of your heart

to carry you across the hard times.

It has never left you to swim ashore alone.

It never will.

Believe.

Nurturing Thursday

Unwind

image

Thinking in reverse

months tip, like dominos

to revisit that summer day.

Longing for this cleansing pool,

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

 

Contentment

image

 

She lived in a dented silver trailer

plainly, without shine inside and out.

The window view of sea

filled her need for decoration.

 

Constant rhythm of wave reassurance

ever evolving color of cloud, mist, fog

always filled her with belonging.

 

Passersby with lipfrowning judgement

downcast look of sadness at her dwelling

would never know her truth.

 

She had found her community of paradise

between wind and simplicity.

 

© Ali Grimshaw 2018

Silence

 

Shedding Shame

 

IMG_6166

 

Willing my body to enter the room

a mountain of mortification on my back

being seen while craving camouflage.

 

Owning the me that showed up

failure and intention, the human package

tied up with a bow of expectations.

 

While seeking an empty seat,

I investigate shedding shame, cast off

of the past. Owning my skin before

molting of forgiveness.

 

 

© Ali Grimshaw 2018

Sintra, Portugal 2017 – Weathered

Forgiving Fridays