© Ali Grimshaw 2017
Will you let your truth out?
© Ali Grimshaw 2017
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You took the colors with you.
When the last leaf has fallen,
and I am left on my own,
my sorrow will have no company.
You took the colors with you.
You took the colors with you,
my questions left alone in the air.
Bleached silence, no reply.
I gave away too much again,
White walls with no solutions,
an empty palette in my hands.
© Ali Grimshaw
After I posted the above poem printed in red. The Original Phoenix asked me this question, “How do you find the new colors?” What a wonderful question to consider. Today I dedicate this expanded poem to her for inspiring me to dig deeper and bring the rest to life. Although I still didn’t answer her question, I continue to ponder it. Thank you! Check out her blog, CONFESSIONS OF A REBORN GIRL. Never underestimate the power of offering feedback. We all need each other.
Will you reconsider?
© Ali Grimshaw 2017
365 pages
Out of an infinite number of stories ending this year
how lucky am I to continue mine.
To understand, as I didn’t before
how to see the next blank page
author what is left.
To smear the words by numbing
or battle to awaken the next chapter,
an internal fight rekindled by rewrites.
Still awed by the power of dusk to soften the view
I choose to attend this party called life.
Many minutes are not guaranteed.
I savor this very one.
© Ali Grimshaw 2017
Each year I celebrate the gift of getting to live another year by writing a birthday poem. This is my poem for 2016. I don’t have the words to clearly express the layers of learning, global connection and inspiration I found by jumping into the world of blogging this year. Thank you to WordPress for making it possible and to the many, many kind bloggers who offered support. I am honored to have a poem chosen by the Drabble as one of the top ten editor’s picks for the year. Ten of our favorite Drabbles of 2016. I hope this inspires you to share your voice in 2017.
Discover Challenge – Retrospective
The end inside the beginning.
Before the first wobbly
arms outstretched,
slightly unbalanced step,
the last step already exists.
Trip, fall, hill sliding imbalance
scarred knees, bandaged palms
concussions to consciousness,
where the living happens
white knuckles clutch to collapse
navigate with your internal compass
peel your fingers from cold metal
stray from the railing.
© Ali Grimshaw
In this coming year, 2017, I plan to be braver, to make my own new path and trust in the journey of contribution to others. I hope this poem inspires you to believe in new possibilities for yourself. I have a ready ear for anyone who wants to share their new path into 2017.
Title inspired by an article posted on bboxproductionsblog – Thank you!
Regardless of the holiday you choose… I wish you peace and love.
© Ali Grimshaw
Brokenness Between Us
When you have stomped on
the trust we had between us
flattening it
to a paper thinness so transparent
few fibers left to hold the oneness of us.
After the debris is cleared away, thorns and boulders
removed with the owning of your actions.
Damage control is called in
cracks that can only be filled
with risking to love you
again with my whole being.
No hesitation or waiting period required.
I am all in.
© Ali Grimshaw
When you sit with a friend…
With gratitude.
In January 2016 I chose to begin sharing my poems publicly. This was scary but I am glad that I took the leap. I never knew that I would end up connecting with people around the world when I started to blog. It has been the best adventure of this year of living. I am in celebration and gratitude to VerseWrights for publishing six of my poems today. VerseWrights is a wonderful daily, online poetry journal. Thank you to all my readers and for those that support poetry. Let’s keep the communication going around the world. PEACE is possible.
Sending love across lands and oceans,
Ali
It’s not possible
Can there ever be too much whole face listening,
a time when acknowledgement was no longer needed,
when kindness was overdone?
No desire for extra hands to lighten the load?
A day when being vulnerable was a waste of courage?
Letting another see your frailty a chance not worth taking?
A moment of too much love?
Walk out onto your street and look.
Those downcast eyes are the reply.
Run now, its not too late.
© Ali Grimshaw
