A different view
art
Windstorm
knocked down
like a tree after a storm
my trunk horizontal
broken limbs at odd angles
body left with jagged holes exposed
pieces scattered near and far down the lane
some parts even seem to have disappeared
now I think I understand how humpty dumpty felt
there isn’t a way to put the pieces back together
it is time to start again
look for fertile soil
plant myself where sunlight will reach me.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Mother
Long before…
In the unfinished
before the credits scroll past
can you choose acceptance
without an end,
before the conclusion
without approval from the crowd?
Between the ribs, within
deeply, a voice
the one you used to hear
before you thought the others
were the ones that mattered.
Knew better and overruled your soul.
Before you decided
who you weren’t going to be.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Don’t believe everything you think.
When you visit the land of your own thinking.
Shocked by what you see
tip toe between the lines of your history
so as not to waken them
these tales from the past
will inquire of your intentions.
Take a flashlight
when you visit your thoughts.
It can be eerily dark inside,
a tangle of paths to lose your way.
No one to question doubts
remind you of the courageous act
of responsibility taken just last week.
Step with care, lightly
as you lift, poke and dig.
Leave some music playing in the room
to find your way out.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Inclusive Framework
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Refusal
Hold in place. Unwavering as the hurricane blows. Stand still when faced with a slap. Unbreakably bolted down. Absolute. Never cringe away. Stay. Forward one small step, your time. Crawl if you must. Claim your life. Take the hand that is offered then rise again. Unwilling to be swallowed, drug into the past. Drowned. Face toward what your heart holds true. Like a mountain through the seasons, remain.
Living refusal
thoughts chosen to unify
imprisoned by none
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
My first attempt to write a Haibun (俳文, literally, haikai writings) a prosimetric literary form originating in Japan, combining prose and haiku. For those of you who are know this craft well, please understand this is a humble beginning.
Each Morning
“The best poetry has a magical quality—a sense of being more than the sum of its parts—and even when it’s impossible to articulate this sense, this something more, the power of the poem is left undiminished.” – How to Read a Poem from Poets.org
Happy National Poetry Month 2017
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Have no fear…
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