topsy-turvy – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

Which way out?
Down is upside down
up is not what it used to be

Which way to the familiar 
where the predictable
seemed to be real?

Which way to rise
above the untaught history
which left us blind?

Which way forward
to undo, redo, or never do
again what once we did?

What we weren't ready for
or maybe never are, 
let's help each other rise
let us begin again.

© Ali Grimshaw 2020

Writing together provides a mirror for us to process life in a safe place where we have all agreed to listen with compassion. Thank you to all of you who have written with me in the last few months. I am so very grateful to share this journey with you. I have added this new date and time to open up the invitation to others in different time zones. Let’s connect across the boarders. Stay safe my friends.

Ripen – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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tended affectionately
organic prizes plumped
primed by summer's passion
heat and BB King's blues
quenching warmth 
gathering of sunlit kisses
red ripe to tango 
with your tongue and mine
slip into my backyard 
delight in this tender flesh
this ready to please moment 
of this temporary season.

© Ali Grimshaw 2020 (rewrite from 2018)

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What has yet to Appear – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

We are balancing between the blocks of our days large and small. Squares filled with the demands of our days and squares now left open. Boxes where plans once sat in happy company with future anticipation. Now canceled without pattern. Just scattered openings in the grid. Emptiness at first look, then disbelief. As we walk farther down the street, grief standing next to disappointment. Finally we turn the corner and see a tiny new patio garden. Someone is intent on growing beauty from strong willed, concrete pots. The first sprouts are just reaching free.

Determined seeds rise

there is always a crack, wide

enough for thriving

Lisbon, Portugal

This Haibun Monday over at dVerse Poets Pub we have a visual prompt. It was an new adventure for me. Click here to join the challenge.

What Matters Most

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Now I set the matching shoe with its mate, 
purposeful in their reuniting, instead of 
nonchalantly tossing it into possible aloneness.
Companions that move together, like light with the gray,
or salt with pepper passed at the table.

Now I replace the broken shovel after proper disposal
the two parts together again in the garbage can
instead of repairing what isn’t strong enough for future leverage
to be ready for the next digging, removal and refilling
there are always new holes to prepare for.

Now I am finally holding your note of thanks
puzzling through misspelled words, I touch
the indented sentences where pencil leaned on paper.

I am wishing your pencil would have been sharper
noticing how dullness doesn’t serve either of us,
what opening to the unexpected can bring.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020

dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night – Share your poem and explore the poetry of others.

“Please don’t recoil from the bright light beaming through the window. I know it hurts your eyes. It hurts mine, too. But the curtain is wide open. What the crisis has given us is a once-in-a-lifetime chance to see ourselves and our country in the plainest of views. At no other time, ever in our lives, have we gotten the opportunity to see what would happen if the world simply stopped. ” – Julio Vincent Gambuto

Faith in Seeds – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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I live as gardener
to your dreams yet to come

listening for the tender seeds
sprouted new or just planted warm

reminding you not to step on
fragile seedlings behind your feet

kneeling to show you their worth
weeding away your anxiety

clearing the way so you can see
small beginnings still there

offering gentle reminders
to look for new tips breaking ground
and compare them to last week’s arrivals

assisting with watering
during these times of drought
while waiting for blossoms together

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020

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FREE VERSE REVOLUTION Prompt #5 Saplings

No Explanation Needed

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“A practice of gratitude is not about dismissing sadness, anger, fear, or confusion. Rather, it offers us the opportunity to see that we often experience multiple feelings at once; to welcome joy into the same places where we hold grief; to turn our attention to what is quietly growing and breathing day by day, which, to our possible surprise, includes ourselves.” – Kristin Lin, Editor, The On Being Project

No Explanation Needed

You don’t have to explain
how you know where to go or when

stillness brings discomfort.

You don’t have to explain
why sorrow comes and goes

tears visiting your eyes again.

You don’t have to explain
when it happened for the first time

why you feel a mountain sits upon you.

You don’t even have to explain
why it matters so much.

I never need more than just you

Just sit down
next to me, the weight
of your shoulder touching mine

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020

Photo take in Lisbon, a trip with my sweetheart.

Finding Poems

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The Jade Mountain listens

Voices in the air remind me

What’s worth knowing

 

First things first,

loving what is

blue shoes and happiness

images of the other

in the carousel of life

 

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020

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dVerse Poets Pub Challenge – Finding Poems in Bookshelves

Temporary – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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Your phrases landed
on the floor between us.
I didn’t know how to catch them.

Your breathless words carried
a story of near miss.
One collection of minutes
that almost
restructured my life.

Like flower petals
blown away by the wind
altering forever

their attachment
to the stem.

Never again to unite in bloom’s beauty.

A reminder of
the impermanence of us.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020 (Rewrite of a poem shared in 2017)

dVerse prompt – Poetics: Impermanence

Coddiwomple – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

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Even without
a roadmap
I can follow
the song
of my
heart’s direction.
Sing along
while keen
to its increase.
Turning
in time
so as not to
lose the melody.
Ears intent on
wholeness of being
following
fulfilling
fondly
easing my ache
of confusion.

© Ali Grimshaw 2020

Coddiwomple (v.) Origin: English Slang Word.Definition: To travel in a purposeful manner towards a vague destination.

dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille “Fill”

Photo taken on my trip to Amsterdam, October 2019.

your tomorrows

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as you climb into the driver’s seat of 2020

what will you unhitch, leave behind
no longer pull the weight of?

will you remove your hat, let your hair freely flow
release control for what stays

or goes out the windows

to fly outside and down the road like confetti
jumbled stories of your past caught in roadside trees

will you make a u turn at the fork in the road
or pull over to share your empty passenger seat?

© Ali Grimshaw 2020

dVerse Open Link Night

I found this poem, A House Called Tomorrow, to be an inspiration for the new year. May it inspire you to stand up for what you believe and take action to give what only you can give.

A House Called Tomorrow

You are not fifteen, or twelve, or seventeen—
You are a hundred wild centuries

And fifteen, bringing with you
In every breath and in every step

Everyone who has come before you,
All the yous that you have been,

The mothers of your mother,
The fathers of your father.

If someone in your family tree was trouble,
A hundred were not:

The bad do not win—not finally,
No matter how loud they are.

We simply would not be here
If that were so.

You are made, fundamentally, from the good.
With this knowledge, you never march alone.

You are the breaking news of the century.
You are the good who has come forward

Through it all, even if so many days
Feel otherwise.  But think:

When you as a child learned to speak,
It’s not that you didn’t know words—

It’s that, from the centuries, you knew so many,
And it’s hard to choose the words that will be your own.

From those centuries we human beings bring with us
The simple solutions and songs,

The river bridges and star charts and song harmonies
All in service to a simple idea:

That we can make a house called tomorrow.
What we bring, finally, into the new day, every day,

Is ourselves.  And that’s all we need
To start.  That’s everything we require to keep going.

Look back only for as long as you must,
Then go forward into the history you will make.

Be good, then better.  Write books.  Cure disease.
Make us proud.  Make yourself proud.

And those who came before you?  When you hear thunder,
Hear it as their applause.

 By Alberto Ríos

For more information about Alberto Ríos click here Poets.org