© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Evolvement
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
art
Interference
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 OMID SAFI – “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.” “
It takes less than you think.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Let it go…
Thank you
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.
Dialogue
Random thoughts collect in her hair.
Ideas shed by passers by
printed in fonts, large and small
nestled in her curls.
Within the crowd ideas conflict
like a crash of cymbals.
She swallows them all
continues to shift the molecules
search for a new formula
that makes sense.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Background Story
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
In reflection… Memorial Day
When you signed
put life on the line
with handwritten ink bleeding on the page,
did you realize the sacrifice
a mother’s wail to follow in the night
before your feet left this land?
My heart cracks with the thinking of it
pain leaking out slow.
The life you donated for others
unknown to you
makes me know without doubt
love is brave.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Thank you to all who have given their lives for others.
Closed Shutters
Light filtered through shutters, yet she chose darkness.
For months she pushed it away, terrified
of being consumed, eaten whole.
Adamant in her refusal to sit with it.
Now she contemplates the dark.
Always kept at arm’s length
.
This unfamiliar,
meeting it for the first time.
It is not as cold to touch as expected.
Unwilling to go it alone, she invites
Curiosity to accompany her
and this new nameless acquaintance
to hide under the blanket together.
She turns to face them,
leans in to hear their voices
more surprised than terrified.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Photo taken in Amsterdam 2014
Forbidden Separateness
Never adrift
always within arm’s length
inseparable as far back
as memory will reach,
weathered worn wise
with fantasies of
chain breaking
to float free.
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