© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Nonverbal Communication
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
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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
Beginning
Wrap yourself in the miracle of this sunrise.
Open eyes
Open ears
Open heart
Cry for even one life that is not yet free
unable to see the sun.
A stranger arrives at the bus stop.
“How’s your morning going?”
Look into his eyes, instead of away
as he answers.
Ask him if he saw the sunrise.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
My light is shining. Thanks VerseWrights.
I am grateful to VerseWrights for sharing two more of my poems today. Follow the link to find them. VerseWrights is a wonderful online poetry journal. I especially enjoy listening to the PoetryAloud section. There are so many poems to listen to and it gives me a sense of comfort to connect with another’s words.
We all have gifts to share. Please keep shining your unique and essential light in the world.
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.
On the Edge
According to her internal judge
she was never quite up to par,
even when she crossed the finish line first
she couldn’t own the accomplishment. Always
on the outside of the window, looking in.
Perplexed by separation. She wanted to belong,
and never wanted to fit in,
knew it would change her.
A part broken off to forever float away.
No one else stayed after class to console the bullied teacher.
It never occurred to her not to.
She saw those faces on the fringe,
secretly knowing she was an outlier as well.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
In response to The Daily Post – Outlier
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
Your First Home
Have you ever sat by the sea
listened to the voice in the waves
accompanied by the underwater drummers
pulling you back to a time
before words were spoken
a time of simultaneous floating
while anchored
a return to your first home
before your feet ever walked the earth?
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
Have no fear…
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Wanted:
A listener.
Intent on feeling instead of hearing my words.
Eager to sift out the ones I have outgrown
return those that call my name, carry me forward,
speak them like a trail to follow when I am lost.
Will utter truth even when it cracks my surface.
Incapable of withholding even a syllable of himself
with the knowing it will suffocate our tomorrows.
Who will remember my voice,
long after I’ve gone.
Curiosity a must.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2017
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